Dad smokes on the balcony.
He smokes half .
wind smokes half.
Dad doesn’t argue with the wind
Perhaps the wind,
too, carries its sorrows.
About the Creator
Luna
Love writing and reading
💖Write down what you feel, think, wish and think
Dad smokes on the balcony.
He smokes half .
wind smokes half.
Dad doesn’t argue with the wind
Perhaps the wind,
too, carries its sorrows.
Love writing and reading
💖Write down what you feel, think, wish and think
Comments (1)
Fascinating poem and well written, good luck.