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. |