| Tendrils of yesteryear rise
from the ashes of my tomorrow Memories FRAGRANT... BITTER AND PUNGENT Smoke from my cigarette Abandoned by the sink My sunset is glass stained by smoke and splattered bug |
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The winter
The light The unknown Past the fire bright I shatter the silent night And scare the gentle whippoorwills |
| Unknowingly I linger
Standing with a glance Waiting to fall Perhaps the eyes were Merely tired and Not meant for me at all Perhaps I should blink |
