The
dust in the air
It
floats in different directions
The
wind props it up
Blowing
in every corner
The
people in the park
Late
in the evening walk
Breathing
the green air
So
they think they have
It
is dust in the air
The
wind takes it along
It
deposits as the dusty wind
Talking
to the leaves
In
the early morning glow
The
soft breezes capturing the ears
The
cool air breathing through the head
It
is dust in the air
Nature
cry in silence
The
trees have all gone
Leaving
the empty spots
The
dust in the air
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