Smoke

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Smoke

Smoke, smoke
Floating 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

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ClearlySays commented on Smoke

01-23-2011

I liked how you started off with smoke and ended with fire instead. That's how life can be, some things seem graceful and end up being surprisingly destructive. This made me think of how I like to watch smoke swirl through sunlight that comes through window blinds in a dark room. I've always wanted to paint something like that. Great work! I'm giving you a 7!

JazzyBaby

05/08/2011

Thank you, I know I'm late in response, I've been busy

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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