Cotton Flower
Poetry Sunday
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1 min readMay 24, 2020
I see a cotton flower
Hanging in mid air
Defying gravity and time
Moving and dancing
In step and tune
Only to wind
Carefree and Happy
Living only for
The dance itself
I look at it
Stung and jealous
I clear all my thoughts
And just move my head
To the unsung tune
And try feeling free