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A speck of dust 💕

A speck of dust 💕

I am bobbing along on a blustery breeze that is boisterously blowing

Ducking and diving whilst timelessly, toing and froing

Just like that broken branch that is forever coming and going

Back and forth from the sandy shore, as the endless ebb and tide is forevermore slowing and flowing..

I know I am alive but I do not know for how long

Our existence on Earth ends on the last lyrics of that sombre Swan song

I live in the past amidst my marvellous memories, can this be so wrong

Though these days my memories are fading and not half as strong..

So I carry on with my life waking up each and every brand new day

And I try my utmost to think cheerfully and think my thoughts in a positive way

Coz this big old world shall still revolve without me, just as those broken boughs will bend and sway

I am merely but a speck of dust filling up the atmosphere, and I shall float along..come what may…

 

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Marion

I want to swop my half empty cup for your full one Jill and get pissed!! I so admire your sunshine writes...hugs 💖💖💖

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Jill Tait

Awwwwww 🌹❤️🌹Not felt as sunny but getting there my lovely lass 🌞🌞🌞

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