Unfinished Cigar of the Wind
The wind smokes the scent
The scent of the flowers
Spreading it even more
Slowly, the wind blows away
Leaving behind, just the smoke
Though it will come back,
to finish the unfinished cigar
It will come back soon
Spreading the flowery smoke
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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