Tiny Speckles & Squiggly Lines...
A small poem I wrote when I had an acute attack of eye floaters...
Small shiny dots that fly in disguise.
In the form of ripples they stay,
You follow them, and they go away!
Look at those lowly speckles,
That obscure your path in tiny whirls.
Even while everything seems impasse,
They fancy and unfold a new canvas!
Drifters are a happy affair,
You choose to create ripples and simply not care!
You see stuff and even read things,
All that with silver glass casings!
Small bits and pieces that cause waves,
An alteration that your heart craves.
Storming you without any forecast,
Within a moment it's surpassed!
Those few who are blessed with these tiny specks,
Reckon and float along with these temporary wrecks.
Eye floaters are just squiggly lines,
Hazing and glazing gradually declines.
Let them engage in byplay,
Know! They aren't here to stay!
Don't wait for them to go,
And look at them without much ado!
That's when you'll realize,
The grace of unclouded vision.
You live the magic of seeing the world differently,
Yet, watch the fickleness of the present times, aptly!
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