Smoke a Friend (Foe)
Smoke withered away from sand the other day
from a wasted cigarette butt..
The stick was living its last breath,
Living as much it could, as much it must...
He took the puff as last,
promising it won't come fast,
Mugged at my back, he's from past
Out I went at ease bench.
Breathing! air to up-heal dent.
Followed the smoke to my nose,
leaving me dis-heart to the most.
Trust is all I had, it went off in one puff-land.
Friend turned Foe, I cried within,
Is Cigarette man's best friend? I roared.
Little Symbols of life -
Healing Joker
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