Pipe Smoke

Pipe Smoke

A Poem by Gaige

I draw from my pipe
And watch smoke-etched lines
Paint my face
With hazy memories
Forlorn and sublime

I touch upon the lost
Things foreign
and beautifully abstract
Days filled with sun and sand
And nights of delicious darkness


I taste smoke to remember
So my mind may whether
the trials and tribulations
Only my humble soul
May endure 

© 2013 Gaige


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Added on March 29, 2013
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Author

Gaige
Gaige

Folsom, CA



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