pollen rise with wings
as I step on withering
flower bed of shrubs
my pants change colors
like living ash of gray
I cover my nose quick
sensation reach my eyelids
searing deep in my throat
then I cough once too many
I grab bottle of water; wash
my face, my hands, cleans
my mouth; what I relief
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In this polluted environment we all suffocate and then start blaming nature without realising that we are the cause and we are the consequences...A thought provoking poem.10+