She ponders the fidelity <br />Of the stars and the moon. <br />And she comes to me <br />Like an angry sandstorm <br />Trapped in an hourglass. <br />Hurling all of her tears <br />At my dust scrapped heart, <br />And clouding my vision <br />With her endless fury.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandstorm-5/
