Cigarette smoke
a hanging facade, a bleached mirage, dangling loosely in the sky
twirling, a dancing silhouette on a grand stage
until with gasping breath, frozen wind, it fades away
into nothingness............
(and yet it leaves its stain)
Author notes
Poetry more of a lost hobby than anything else right now, but every couple months I jot something down..like this poem
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