Like specks of dust floating on air Particles visible only passing through rays of light No direction, just drifting through space On gentle breeze until I blow Softly, softly Watching as they collide Bits and pieces one into the other Connect the dots…..la la la la Whatever happened to him anyway? I miss you, Paul. I close my eyes, whisper a wish, perhaps a prayer For a man I loved but never knew Don’t you wonder- where does the magic come from? And where do they really go? These thoughts and prayers riding wind on lashes and ladybug wings, seeds of dandelion….do they fly to our father like white doves released or do they rise only to fall, deflated balloons in rainbow colors, pennies tossed into a watery grave.
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