A Smoke With Her Comments
Like the silent burn of my lit cigarette,
Growing ever so bright, fueled by its own death,
She was there waiting for whom, I know not
Like the fumes of my lit cigarette,
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Better off with the tobacco and just wait - like a moth to a flame
good piece, Jathin...an artful write...a memory as if the ashes down your feet...a shade of her you know not...as if the smoke that vanishes in the thin air...10
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7/24/2025 6:23:32 PM # 1.0.0
An excellent write with some wonderful similes.