My Poetry
Dust
Fragmented strands of rainbow light
shining through the window bright
and in it's rays for me to see
the dust that rides its symmetry

Tiny specs that float and glide
on the light that's from outside
and smoke from this small cigarette
is dancing in a minaret

Swirls and columns rainbow hued
await with patience to be viewed
The wonder of the tricks of light
once more fill me with delight
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