I remember the time

When my younger self,

All of four or five,

Would watch in fascination,

The eternal dance

Of a battalion

Of miniscule warriors –

Dust particles,

As they traipsed along

The glorious sunbeam,

To the rhythm of a song

I couldn’t hear.

It has been

A long time since then,

And I do not often

Think back to those days,

When I watched the mites,

Dancing along the sunrays

Shining in,

But when I do,

I almost always,

Allow myself

The pleasure of a smile,

As I bask in the warmth,

Of a memory stolen

From the annals of time.

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