Smoke
The burning embers tuned his fiddle
Hiding in a smoke of grey
Who’s tune was heard but quietly
Beckoned dancers in a cloud of smoke
The tune seemed lovely and the dance alluring
I find myself within their trance
My white washed silks have long since changed
Tarnished with the dancers kiss
She chokes me with her shallow love
Plaguing stench in my attire
As dreams pass by of fresh clean air,
Again I wake within her arms
Copyright © Manny Galvan | Year Posted 2009
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