Smoke
Smoke, smokeFloating up higher
Watch it swiftly float away
Swirling, twirling
Slowly dissipating
Lost in the sky's
Fire, fire
Watch it burn
Red, and blue, or even green
Hotter, hotter
Watch things die
Watch it burn them
Make them cry
Smoke
Smoke, smokeClearlySays commented on Smoke
01-23-2011
05/08/2011
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Shameless | 0 | 05/08/2011 |
I Wonder | 0 | 05/08/2011 |
Games | 0 | 02/23/2011 |
My Facets | 0 | 02/11/2011 |
Happy | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
my absent soul | 0 | 01/23/2011 |
Smoke | 1 | 01/23/2011 |
Blood Stains | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
Life Boat | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
Tears | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
Tick Tock | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
One Word | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
Hazel Eyed Boy | 1 | 01/17/2011 |
Stop Lying | 2 | 01/17/2011 |
Far Away? | 1 | 01/17/2011 |
Bells | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
Perpetual Battle | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
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