Invisible Smoke

And it stands-

Almost living and growing.

Solidity it portrays-

Breathing stolen for a moments time.

And it’s a true cocoon –

Beginning to unravel.

Rain and wind-

Beckoning for its warmth.

And it watches-

With tiny lenses.

Like stooping at the starting line-

Hand upon the match.

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