So Swiftly
Smoky odour of burning wood,
Aches me this foggy morning
Sun shines at noon,
Just as bright as it did before,
Then near evening it flows down, like water
It all happened so swiftly I couldn't notice,
The fire go out, and the smell fade away
All that's there is the memory of the remaining ash
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2024
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