Hidden Smoke Is A Friend Indeed Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Hidden Smoke Is A Friend Indeed
'If they pick I have some words for a country sad song.
Yes, If they sing I hear quietly.'
A rising smoke from a cottage chimney whispers to the barren sky.
'They burn the happiness and it turns into smoke.
Where do I go nobody knows?
But don't be frightened
I never pollute the sky and I promise you to bring rain for your crops to smile
And feed you in a severe drought.'
This is simply beautiful. A poem painting worthy of the name. 10/10 for your amazing gifted work. Warmest regards, Sandra
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5/2/2024 3:12:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is excellent Nimal. Your word pictures are always arresting, but this one is like the icing on the poetic cake. Such a joy to read your lyrical words. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥