I'm smoking; seeing around subconsciously
A piece of fire is burning on my lips
Smoky flame is flying; smoke-hole is flying too up
Merged into the air; vanished
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Smoking your life away by seeing the ways of mankind around you! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It can be too easy not to see the pain the strangers are living with. A moving poem.
A beautiful imaginative canvas of a poet// nicely described your feelings