Wisps of Smoke
By Amberly
I sit watching my cigarette burn downAnd the smoke floating straight in the air;swirling into little curls.The wisps of smoke are pretty.You sit and stare at them.They are enticing;Like the prancing of a campfire,Or the dancing of a candle's flame.Wisps of smoke are like life.There for a second,and then gone before you know it.But the cigarette can be re-lit,and the wisps of smoke can start all over again;As if they never endedLife ends.It can be re-started, but it's never the same.Nothing is ever the same as it was before.Except if another cigarette is lit... Written October 5th, 1999 © on Oct 29 2001 09:20 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I sit watching my cigarette burn downAnd the smoke floating straight in the air;swirling into little curls.The wisps of smoke are pretty.You sit and stare at them.They are enticing;Like the prancing of a campfire,Or the dancing of a candle's flame.Wisps of smoke are like life.There for a second,and then gone before you know it.But the cigarette can be re-lit,and the wisps of smoke can start all over again;As if they never endedLife ends.It can be re-started, but it's never the same.Nothing is ever the same as it was before.Except if another cigarette is lit......"