Floating around,
A veiled reality.
Seen at twilight,
The lightest dusk.
A single glimpse,
Of a thousand lives.
An invitation to another world,
Given by microscopic dots.
Easily seen when in a state,
Between waking and dream.
These little specks entice,
Dancing upon the gentle breeze.
Accept their invitation,
Join their journey.
Let these microscopic dots,
Show you what lies behind the veil.
A contest entry
- and every word you say to me seems meaningless by August Starlight.
550 points, ended September 17, 22 entries
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Comments
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interesting take on the prompt. I was wondering where you'd take it and I like it. Especially the last stanza. thanks for entering and good luck.
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