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Smoke Signals


My message sent in smoke,

Through dots and dashes 

My words stolen by 

the winds, hidden in clouds

dancing unknown steps guided by  

An invisible mentor.

My words, for now, I give to you.

My message sent in smoke will

blow away quickly, my words, 

Fleeting, floating, far from me

My words to fade, my words vanish

My words forgotten, my impact dispersed 

By livid winds.

If words are my legacy 

My words to disappear

I am to be lost.

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