MentholA Poem by PeteIf I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - ThoreauBurning down essence. Bright cinder and grey ash. Smoke curling into a question mark. Cool, comforting menthol. Encompassing all. I'm my own worst enemy. Go ahead. Take a long drag. ... neither of us is waving a white flag ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 3, 2020 Last Updated on February 21, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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