Dust and rust
You can’t see my smile, you said,
Your vision is blurred by dust.
Neither can I see your smile, I said,
So is my vision blurred by dust.
In our eyes, what made dust spread?
A wise man answered,
In your hearts, it’s called distrust.
You can’t feel my heart, you said,
Your touch is calloused by rust.
Neither can I feel your heart, I said,
So is my touch calloused by rust.
On our fingers, what made rust spread?
A wise man answered,
In your hearts, it’s called distrust.
