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It’s Dusty #oneshotwednesday by @Moondustwriter
That’s not my name
it is my occupation -Dusting
Well~ dusting one particular orb in the sky.
“why would you do that?” they ask
“It has to be done!”
As I was dusting one day, I came across something.
Sheaves and sheaves of manuscript paper;
Some of it was scribbled on.
Some of it was blank
Here’s what one page said:
“I gaze below
look upon blue and hope
water they say
it makes things grow
dust grows here
and I will die
for lack of anything
blue or green
nothing colorful in the sky.”
With a tear in my eye
a smudge on my cheek
I sent a reply (written in Moondust)
to: ” nothing colorful”
what is your name anyway?
you have plenty of hope
people gaze at you
they write songs
some kiss a lover or two
use you for calendars and such
you have a glowing reflection
that the world misses so much
when you are not showing
dont look at the dust
look at the moon
she has sweet yellow glowing.
Who cares if you are rarely up at noon!
Dear “ Moondustwriter”
“I have
I caught a ride to earth awhile back
you are right
she is beautiful
big eyes
beautiful smile
and a glow seen far and wide
and lovers …
well that’s another story.”
From yours ~” gazing at the moon”
When People ask how I got my name, Moondustwriter, I say “well that’s another story…”

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