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Smoke

Post No. 811

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Smoke

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Heat shimmers

Air expands

And smoke drifts

Lazily twists and twirls

Gracefully whirls and curls

Ever upwards

Slowly gently dissipating

Dissolving in air

But still there

Smelled but unseen

As in a dream –

Doors slam

Dogs bark

Have you started the braai

They cry

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©Denise G Allen, 03 June 2015 06:44