Hearts of Dust 

I’ll never forget the day, she looked at me, eyes wide and blue, like floral saucers and a melting pot, face clouded, the colour of river on dawn, a foggy dew and lily pads spotted across the horizon, under breath and pained caress, she looked at me with those eyes, of silver tones and stoney expression, of hearts of dust, crushed and coral, upon the sandy shore, of time unmoving, broken to the core, she looked at me no more.

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