Taking a stab at a new-to-me form:  the Ghazal RUSTY WIND Autumn kisses the trees with a rusty wind exhaled from October’s lungs, a lusty wind Grabbing loose garden soil by the fistful Whirling min…

Source: POETIC THERAPY: RUST

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