Living as a dust of the city

Living as a dust of the city
Not worthwhile at all.
Drifting throughout the winter
Fleeting around and around.
Sneaking around the windows
That will laugh again
But the doors will be close forever
For the nuisance and the astray.
Blow up your entity
As you are not integral at all
Before the worn out flowers
And the falling leaves drifted through the river.

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