The Smoke Poem by Vida Nenadic

The Smoke



I do not like the departures.
Nor do I like saying goodbye.
They are not to be
on the necklaces
of my memories.

I only
let the smoke go
at the right time,
like a melting snow.

Vida Nenadic

Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye,snow
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