Smoke
Peace
Disaster
Disfigured
Deformed
The residue from a fire
The evidence of destruction
The evidence of life
The evidence of embers which destroy
Rising from the sticks
Which heal and bring peace
Holding the power of cleansing
In its non-existent texture
Holding both light and dark
In its gray form
Holding many memories
As the breath of life swallows
It's hard to see through
It causes tricks
The smoke which covers
Our vision like a pile of bricks
Seeing past the smoke brings joy
Just like the life of the smoke you make
The smoke of hate
The smoke of loathing
The smoke of judging
Seeing past the smoke is when you see
The smoke of light
The smoke of love
The smoke of healing
25.11.2020
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
الشعرThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
