I come out into the garden
As dawn breaks over hills
Columns of smoke go high
From roof tops and mills
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A thought provoking poem how life changes to death. Thank you.
Nice imagery, life vanishing like smoke! So true! Thanks for sharing!
This is so very cooling- First, it paints a perfect morning landscape with enchanting images. Then, there is analogy with the cycle of life and death. Thanks for such a fine and sweetly rhymed poem.