Smoke
The smoke billows from the fire
Laying waste to what's doomed to expire
The smoke dances above our heads
As images of past lives yet is trapped in black and white
Darkness wrestling with purity, an endless fight
Smoke flows while it is inevitably carried away
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Longboard_Man
I've been writing poetry for about two years now, I just finished my first year at Purdue and I am a gymnast, parkour enthusiast, longboarder and I do pretty much every other extreme sport, and I adore nature.
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