Dust sparkled particles
Of life long gone
Dance aimlessly, catching
In sunlight, a throng,
Flittering, fluttering,
Teasing my eye
Alive once again, motes caught
In rays from the sky.
Like fairies they seem,
Too tiny to test
For wishes. Don’t trap them,
Their freedom is best.
Lightly, balletically,
They twirl and suspend there
Till sun’s rays abate
And darkness descends where
Life has been gaily portrayed
In a dance
Of light-infused feeling
Caught in my glance.
Sounds like you need a new vacuum cleaner.
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Mibbe, but only if somebody else uses it for me! 🙂 x
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What a beautiful dance of words across the screen. Absolutely love this. Reowr!
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So you don’t think I need to do more housework?! Thanks Cubby. It was purely imagination ( born of not doing enough housework!) 🙂 x
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like gold dust spread
without expense, and offered up
My ashes of time.
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Aw, I wish I’d used ‘ashes of time’. I like that.x
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