Dust
- Liana Chetty
- Feb 27
- 1 min read
Try and catch them.
They flit away,
fluttering and floating just out of reach.
So untouchable
they might not even be real.
Step into light
filtering through the window.
Squinting through the thick, dazzling haze—
the air is bright.
Your nose and hair is bright.
Look!
The particles have been caught
on your lashes.
Millions of tiny ones.

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