Musings Of Some Bengali Chick
April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment
Wisp of smoke spirals
around his lungs, catches his
breath, dives under.
#29, a haiku. It had to be done! I’m not much good at haikus but don’t dislike this one too much.
Tagged: april, haiku, napowrimo, national poetry writing month, poem, poems, poet, poetry, smoke
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