Cigarettes Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Cigarettes



A grey blue smoke fills up the air,
It lingers, hangs and goes nowhere,
Slowly, softly, taking shape
No breeze at all and no escape.
Engulfing all it suffocates,
No sound at all as life it takes,
This shroud of death from cigarettes.

Thursday, September 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: cigarettes
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