Pipe
The old man in his pipe ignites
a cherry-flavoured forest fire
inhaling deep its sweet delights
The old man in his pipe ignites
forgotten sunsets, summer nights
the scents of roses and desire
The old man in his pipe ignites
a cherry-flavoured forest fire
© Gail Foster 24th July 2019
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