a spy, a word play

(propped by dean because of this: http://www.modernhumorist.com/mh/0005/anagram/. the original little poem was written because of the word "dust". photo from google image)

Spy bares

by passerby
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She turns around
and sees –
those golden dusts
glittering
against the setting sun.
ocean abound

under which, a
bronze statue
bathing, unclothed
in the dusting sun.
ocean beyond

and she sighs –
is that you?
Bond,
James Bond?!

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a glimpse of

you turn around
and see -

those golden dusts

glittering

against the setting sun

which touches you

so you look inside

and feel -

your tender heart

glowing

amid the dusting sun

and you resign -

such is life

worth living