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A love turned lust, turned rage to dust,

blown by winds of scarlet sand.

Emotions withdrawn replaced with space, emptied cans, silver tarnished, bronze, gone old.

Time’s clock hisses.

A reminder to replace, put shine to colour lacking lacquer and polish rust stained metal.

Stiff rags await the ticking till moisture embraces sedentary threads with creams,

putting laden form to purpose, scouring away idle memories of age.

Time to revive, bring forth anew glint, buff away stains of faded grey stories told.

A reminder to replace, put shine to colour lacking lacquer and polish rust stained metal.

Knuckles bruised in meaningless attempt to bring luster-less to life, from mean and surly words formed.

Flawless love draped over by bleeding balanced worn drapes covering abandoned antiquities worth more than gold,

torn, stifled, silenced to secretes untold.

Time hisses, time ticks.

Clocks chime and beckons amiss.

Look around to hearts not listening, muted bells on blasted drums.

A reminder to replace, put shine to colour lacking lacquer and polish rust stained metal.

Return from dust, furnish to keepsake, buffed to love, ready, steadied,

un-stained to embrace what once scintillated, now gleams to life again.

© N.N.Williams 2012

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