Cigarette Sun



There is a girl in that tree smoking a blue cigarette
Ash falls like gray snowflakes, powder fine storm
In Night up close the burning tip looks like the sun
Or a red star perhaps,
She will smoke her last one before she flies
Into distant memories, into another galaxy
Where even wishes come true~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-20 at 21:44

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Maija Liepins
Nice
2017-01-20