Smoke RingsA Poem by Prana
"I see you everyday boy..." Akhila gazed at the gondolier, as a mother to a child.
"Where are your parents?" she asks. The boy turns, squinting while he drags his smoking pipe. He blows a stout ring of smoke towards Akhila, sending it across the gondola, dissipating upon arrival. The gondolier then turns back, reaching to his side for another serving of Sugar Gnats. Her collection of wisdom translates the message wisely, and she asks no further questions. © 2018 Prana |
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Added on November 16, 2018 Last Updated on November 17, 2018 AuthorPranaCOAboutDaily Writing Flash Reads The best way to organize my thoughts find me on Instagram @a_secondary_window more..Writing
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