DUST
It’s the dry season
The sun carrying its biggest smile
Time to wake up
After a very long sleep
Time to fly with the wind
Like butterflies dancing with their wings
Leaving behind signs of presence everywhere
Waiting to be wiped off
To be broomed
To be washed out
It’s time to trouble the people
To penetrate into their eyes
Vroommm!!!...goes the car
Clouds of dust blowing in the wind
Released from the ground
To flutter down on earth again
Playing their game again and again
Through decades and centuries
Again and again after long sleeps.
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