Smoke rises into the welcoming blue sky
As it goes up like a wandering soul, it thinks
"Where did I come from?"
"Am I from a treacherous flame that killed a nation?"
"Am I from the pipes of the noble natives?"
"Am I from therapy that will bring good health to someone?"
"Will I ever know?"
"Shall I just float until I have complete nothingness?"
So many questions asked by the smoke
None to be answered...
Comments
Nesnja Says:
Oh, the depth and profoundity...
I like that you killed cliche by taking this during daylight. Adds to it, somehow.