When one day you'll remember me
Maybe
You can find me
In an ancient library just under the city
I'll be smoking a purple cigarette
In a very graceful manner
Just like in the movies
As I'll be reading a volume about the language of fish,
You'll be trying to see my face,
Which you have long forgotten
But it's covered in smoke
YOU ARE READING
Dreamy poems
PoetryShort poems telling stories from dreams, about hopes, feelings, life, death and people never met
