smoky clouds

there’s a lingering smell of smoke in the air.

the clouds are gray…
ash
swirls
around
us,
like an old friend,
embracing
the fire
who has
brought ash alive.

the sun is red,
fiery fireball,
about to
E X P L O D E
and we can’t help it.

cough and cough and cough,
but you can’t get the ash out,
for when the ash arrives,
it arrives to stay,
and no one,
N O O N E
will get in its way.

so the fire keep burning,
the
ash
keeps
dancing,
and we keep breathing.

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