In the faintest light one can ever imagine
lies a bag of marijuana
pack in black
hack and clack
as cracks of fire drew near.
Not far away
sits a woman
in the smoke
with emotions flying around
with problems floating away
Huff and Puff
like a big bad wolf.
with emotions flying around
with problems floating away
Huff and Puff
like a big bad wolf.
Wonderful writing!!
ReplyDeleteHere is my poem:
stinging the sin
Sounds like problems piling up, but not until tomorrow..
ReplyDeleteIntriguing;;;
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the prompt
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