I see the dust. <br />I suspect no water falls. <br />The rusting done, <br />Supports no life at all. <br /> <br />The air remains stagnant. <br />Colors bleached from heating Sun. <br />What had existed seems to have disappeared. <br />And I've been questioned... <br />Why I do not embrace this, <br />As a sign of welcome.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colors-bleached-from-heating-sun/
