smoke scenesA Poem by Anxelin
burning sketches lifting
like smoke in the sky crying our names to be heard they will cry to be seen and be reached many souls all below burning and lifting the space yet still grows drifting up further away from their goal fading more quickly up more and so slow the travel is lonely the souls cannot hear seeing smoke signals which they all just fear © 2010 AnxelinAuthor's Note
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