A Dusted Book Poem by Anne Yun

Let the smile in someone's wrinkles answer your youth
which is hidden still, might in a rose bud's chill
that life is a flower and will bloom sooner
than a glimpse of love that costs you to believe

Leave the tear in someday's mourning cover your eyes
with sorrow but not fear, since darkness dwells near
remember, to fear is to forge a loser
in a heart that take beats of longing to retrieve

Ask no one but you to take over your life
which might jumble in a nook, dusted here is a book
written by the smile and the tear, sometimes the fear
telling you a dream that only you can achieve