She's like the smoke
from a diminishing fire;
the aftermath of something
that once burned so much brighter
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Sing and Dance
PoesíaSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
Smoke
She's like the smoke
from a diminishing fire;
the aftermath of something
that once burned so much brighter
