Rust on the Heart

Knock the rust from my heart

Explorations for a glance for naught

High desert of twisted dreams calls

Their whispers drift aimlessly

Sunlight within smiles behind clouds

Winds stare blankly into wilderness

Still the pulse does not race on

Memories turning into tumbleweeds

Someday has fallen from calender

But here I sit in oblivion

Waiting for the rust to be set free

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