The pelican slips a fish down its throat
Then, flies away
As the storm clouds rolls in,
I took a drag of my last cigarette
And threw it into the sea
Watching it float down to the ocean floor
I knew not to dump it there
But, today, I don't care
And I don't feel guilty
About it
A feeling I have never felt. Explains well your feelings. Relieved there was no cigarette.
Living in a free country, we may do anthing we want except murdering and killing other popele, no, dear LeeAnn? A very impressive read.5 Stars for you!
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I would like to translate this poem
Profound! ! ! ! to sum up your poem a single act is enough.