It’s the minutia of spots
All around me
A minefield
Of pollen
Falling like stars
Blowing up
Like dust
Rolling thunder
Over that hill
It’s gone
It’s all gone
Glitter – April 13, 2022
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It’s the minutia of spots
All around me
A minefield
Of pollen
Falling like stars
Blowing up
Like dust
Rolling thunder
Over that hill
It’s gone
It’s all gone
DoRee MelNic 
A suspenseful and elegantly expressed write, Doree. 💞
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Thank you for reading, Jeff :)!!
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You’re most welcome, Doree. Always! ☺️
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❤️🤗
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Beautiful piece 🥰
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I just found your comment in my spam :/…my apologies. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment!
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You are most welcome Doree❤️
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As usual, it was pretty swell, Doree.
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All that glitters is gold, or swell…and good morning to you too, Charlie!
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Throughout these verses, images roll by . . . never quite the same.
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Beautifully put 😊
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