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Dust was once flesh
Like grey was once rose
Rose said so
When she was no more rose

When I was under siege
When I was rushing for a little light
Only a little light
The hands that would hold me the light
The hands that would cure
My longing of love
Became a huge dark cloud covering
My way, and my sight
I could see only
Smile from the piece of dark cloud
I saw the smile pouring
Shiny boiled oil
Onto my head
It was so hot, so pain and so quick
The boiled oil melt my eyes, nose and lips,
I saw nothing,
Smelled death and spoke in vain
The boiled oil ran through my heart
It was shiny and burned like the coulee
Let the lava swallow my flesh
Every inch of flesh
The flesh, the once rose, the once love
To once somebody
Became dust
Dust, dust, dust
Like the world survive from the eruption
Of a little volcano
Like the world survive from the eruption
Of a huge pain
There was nothing left
But a pile and pile of
Crying dust

Crying Dust?
Yes, a crying dust is
The only color remains
After tears dry out
The only feeling remains
When one is not able to tear
But can only
Curl up like a little girl
At the dark corner of the cold world
Witnesses how
Dust was once flesh
Grey was once rose
Rose was once live
Like the dying grey dust