what is love
when I saw the mountains
dust didnt get me any where
I was lost
flying leaves
loving dust
still flying
I thought may be
dust is love
I have yet to know
what is love
I saw drops
coming sharp
sometimes slow
kissing dust to smile
fragrance free of colour
I thought falling drops
may be its love
I have yet to know
what is love
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