Sweeping away that dust is how they reappear. Causing a cloud for them to emerge from. Should have let this settle so knowing they won't return.
Well aren't they the one man band, doing everything at once to only please themselves. Although some of that satisfaction is showing appreciation ontowards others.
Thing is, with all stuck old records, the same 'ole same' ole comes around again. Anyone would think using their sharp claws to play it again with will cause a disturbing shreek.
Perhaps the jingling sound of keys, and the flapping sound of wings, with the slow dragging sound of feet. Must be enough to realise who returns to claim such small parts of land.
Not all opportunities are open doors, some require being knocked upon. Yet, instead to make a song and dance about it. And all for those guilty pleasures to be wanting. If only there were a guiding light to realise the reflection have been knocking on. Even the ripples upon the surface others could have told them so.
In the forest; it's no needle in a haystack however there is a pin prick waiting to be found. Subtle yet piercing and once removed will know the damage caused. Like deflating air from a tiny hole eventually it'll be flat. The main point to make, it cannot be left in the place it remains.
Amos Ch.9:V.13 " - Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that the plowman shall overtake the reaper, and the treader of grapes him that soweth seed; and the mountains shall drop sweet wine, and all the hills shall melt."
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