The wind blowing
Dust in our faces
We consume tons of dirt
More than the required daily allowance

And we cough it out
Only to be taken up
On the wings of the North Wind
Going round once more.

A blanket of white powder
Filling up
All the orifices
Of our bodies and souls

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