GOLD DUST

House of Heart

From the train window

I can see miles of Pine trees

that seem to go on forever.

There’s a golden wolf howling

at the moon

chanting to the midnight Gods.

By morning Pine trees give way to

Palms and screeching Cicadas.

Tonight the moon reveals the belly of

the world from which we all come.

All that I have left is a photograph.

Tell me night-time dreamer why you

hold so many secrets in your heart.

When I look into your eyes

all I see is star dust.

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Published by Debasis

A natural leader who experiments a lot and cares for all ! The title of my blog is not about my blood group. It's a message to all my readers to think positive and write on my blog posts openheartedly what they think!!

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