Floating through the cool, crisp air
I am a speck without any care.
Clinging to anything that passes by;
Could get caught within an eye.
To your clothes, I hold on tight.
Being trapped is an embarassing sight,
then with fingers I'm flicked aside.
Falling on the ground just to die
Submitted: November 09, 2016
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I have always been troubled by those little specks. Turns out, they're called 'floaters' and the drive me crazy. Externally .................... RUN! The sky is falling! LOL.
~Tom
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hullabaloo22
What a perfect description of those little specks. Well done!!
Wed, November 9th, 2016 6:59pmAuthor
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Thanks. I still hate those pesky things though. Hahaha.
Wed, April 12th, 2017 5:47pm