The smoke swirling upward
From my lit cigarette
Is blue and grey and silent.
The air kisses my bare skin
Cooling the summer from it.
Autumn is coming.
The trees will show their russet hair
The skies will be clouded
All will smell crisp and clean
And in this time where
Everything is dying,
I will begin anew.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
The smoke swirling upward
From my lit cigarette
Is blue and grey and silent.
The air kisses my bare skin
Cooling the summer from it.
Autumn is coming.
The trees will show their russet hair
The skies will be clouded
All will smell crisp and clean
And in this time where
Everything is dying,
I will begin anew.
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