Smoke
The uncertain line,
a few drops of blood,
and ashes.
Among the piles of sand,
the futures burn,
drop by drop, speck by speck.
the picture fade.
I was there or not, nobody questioned.
It was never significant.
But there was some smoke,
which had lost itself in space.
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