chasing cotton fluffs

the little fluffs
of cotton float
upon the gentle
autumn gusts

the fragile hands
of human flesh
reach to grasp
the little fluffs

the moving air
from moving hands

sends the fluffs

away.

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  1. I wish there was a word for this kind of poetry… It’s not anywhere it’s everywhere. The fluff could be anything. I love it. Please keep writing.

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