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Cloud of Smoke (Haiku)
CLOUD OF SMOKE
I saw you standing
in the midst of tragedy.
I reached out my hand.
Needing to escape,
you reached out your and to me,
groping pallid air.
Hearts scream all around,
sadness glistening your eyes.
You stagger closer.
Crying at your pain,
I hold you tight against me,
knowing what it's like.
Glass around our feet,
debris drifts down from above-
I am here for you.
Written April, 2002
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