Tuesday, January 14, 2014

...and then the smoke
escapes

no matter how
you close the windows
and doors

the smoke rises to the
sky

so?

does the sky smile?
does the house change into a lullaby?

the firewood still burn themselves
on fire
and what is left is still
ash

same thing
same you

sorrows transform themselves only
from one form to another

never diminished
nothing added.

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