Smoke
Beyond the grey hills
Thick white smoke
Rose in a column .
My glass eyes saw
Veiled habitations
I heard voices rising
In musical supplication
Drum-beats quickened
Existence became smoke.
Thick white smoke
Rose in a column .
My glass eyes saw
Veiled habitations
I heard voices rising
In musical supplication
Drum-beats quickened
Existence became smoke.
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