Mangling Dust

A Poem by Onoma

The mangling dust

of the holiest terror--

irons a breeze.

Then throws back

wind.

Without saying a

thing...as leaves

follow.

© 2025 Onoma

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Added on October 9, 2025
Last Updated on October 9, 2025

Author

Onoma

NY