Color of Dust

By Vincent van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 27 Nov 2021

Color of Dust

Live and learn,
fight and burn.
A girl in view,
a painting, like new.

The story doesn't change.
The picture starts to blister,
showing its original glister.

The colors fall
like dust to the floor,
polluting the ground
and everything around.

As they blow over the world,
they get breathed in by strangers.
Somewhere in time,
just a fraction of her
will meet me again.

We'll never be free;
it'll always be you and me.

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Vincent van Zandvoort

Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff. Go read it, and don't forget to like, tip, and share it. Much love, Vincent

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