Rise Rise Rise


Smoke

 

Rise,  Rise, Rise

Die, Die,  Die

Oh why, why, why

do we Die, Die, Die

Snuffed.

All wicks have an eventual

end

All doors open

letting a cool breeze in

To flutter, to shake,

our  souls

to extinguish

on a whim.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

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