an arson without fire
minus matchstick or flame
keeps her heart smoldering
as the eyes gather smoke
rings,not always golden #
adrift the rings of grey
are lies being puffed out
of burning cigarettes
forming vicious circles
fumes, in many ways, fog *
cloud on a hill far off
the magic of distance
enhancing the beauty
but one knows volcanoes
have a mind of their own ..
/original/z.g
[past cmnt 10 /# *addendum-rings,not always golden/fumes, in many ways,fog]
