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Dust Dancers
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Funny, Ha, Ha Rays of sun
boldly streak
in through windows.
My eyes catch sight
of movement-
there they are once more
twinkling like tiny fairies
dancing around in mist.
Clouds move in-
the dancers disappear
in hurried flight.
I wonder where they go
when light fades
and sun sets...
then I see-
they have come to rest
on every surface of my home!
