She herself was smoke,
Drawn down into the filter
City lights never seemed so
Lost.
Like embers of a dream she once had,
dusted away in a flash of neon.
She was the journey,
the goal and the after glow,
blown across fragments of shattered dreams.
Her mind was a darkened boulevard, her thoughts a lit cigarette.
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Strength of Fire
PuisiBook of poetry about emotions I've felt through the years. I wanted to continue to express myself with writing, and my last poetry book seems pretty filled up. Wanting to start a new, so here's Strength by Fire, poetry about a life's journey and the...
