The air is so dirty today.
That my eyes, nose and mouth closed one second after going out of the house.
There is no blue or pink nor orange sky today, just a gray yellow mist all over.
The green leaves turn gray until you clean them. The pink, purple and white flowers fall apart because they can't breathe.
And so am I.
Like the flowers on the gray grass, trying to breathe one more time.
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