Cigarette smoke
is a breath of fresh air
in the city where
plants, processing the pollution
fall into a premature
autumn.
And there's black tar in the bay:
fish rotting on the waves
are picturesque
in the city.
Cigarette smoke is a breath of fresh air in the city where plants, processing the pollution fall into a premature autumn. And there's black tar in the bay: fish rotting on the waves are picturesque in the city. |
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Comments
Yes, the pollutants that are deposited into the air by common things that one one ever thinks about in mainstream society create a tapestry of what the Earth is becoming: nothing but very ugly. The way you wrote this was quite impressive!
Now a bad thing can be so good to one being, yet so horrid to something else entirely. But that is like life, is it not?
Wonderful.. I cannot wait to see more of your works!
--D. Soull
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Alas, the heavens meet again,
You the dark, and I, the light.
For DAMIR means "to give peace", and I
Shall guide you through dark nights.
Hopefully I'll be writing more now - it feels like my 'block' is lifting and I can write decent again.
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