Smoke
Smoke
Swirling, opaque puffs
Aimlessly adrift,
Float the predawn zephyrs.
Unsettled, this brushwood vagabond,
Looking slightly disoriented
As it seeks it's place to belong,
Or is expected to go.
It's existence, only,
Until disappearance.
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