Fluff

Life rushed fussily in fruitless aspiration.
What was the reason of her formation?
Impulses of youth and mature years…
For what? no one will answer.

This is he ends his life the dandelion with goldness,
will sparkle on the green leaves with yellowness,
but soon it turned into fluff,
which like smoke will dissipate stuff.


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