Mote
Keith Trim
When she turned her gaze upon me,
I was a mote of dust
caught in a beam of sunlight
I was huge and beautiful
and bright.
I laughed and danced
and shone.
And when she turned away,
a cloud moved across the sun
and I was extinguished.
I was a mote of dust
caught in a beam of sunlight
I was huge and beautiful
and bright.
I laughed and danced
and shone.
And when she turned away,
a cloud moved across the sun
and I was extinguished.
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