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Blowing in the wind
little dots
tear
apart
our lives
grind it together
and made
us miserable
never stops
always blowing...
tears
apart-
our love
our lives
burns
burns for rain
and snow
burns for
our hope
that someday
it
will,
will
stop
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This is a poem I wrote just after I read Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse (reviewed here)It describes their life in the book, how there is always one more dust storm. If you have not read the book, then this poem doesn't seem as great, so I suggest you do.
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