San Diego hills
surrounded by hills
caught in the photo
of a dead friend smoking
the tobacco he loved so much
Ahhhhh, San Diego...Sounds like a memory the way you write about it. There's something simple and sweet to it, but also very poignant. Beautiful like a sunset maybe Xs and Os
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anyway man should die one day-either by smoking or by heart attack.