Hiding behind files
Worn with age
Creeping inside kettle pots
Long abandoned with disuse
And lying under beds
Hole riddled by termites
They gander from spider webs
Soft fluffiness on thin strands
They huddle in dark corners
Unnoticed by all who pass
They live everywhere and yet
Invisible to all
Only when the vacuum appears
They squeal and flee their homes
Mow they dcrambke exitedly
Those clumps of greyness
Swatted by the feather duster
They fly up high, free
Into the yawning abyss of the bin
Poor dust
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
