Sep 8
The smoke filled air
Burns my throat.
Ash fell like snow last night.
Yet here I sit
Outdoors
Filling my lungs
With smoke of another kind.
As without,
So within my blackening lungs.
Burns my throat.
Ash fell like snow last night.
Yet here I sit
Outdoors
Filling my lungs
With smoke of another kind.
As without,
So within my blackening lungs.
