poetry of cigarette smoke and rain

If smoking can bring you a little happiness then be strong enough to stare at the smoke.

The smoke is a message detailing your death.

And rain is longing that falls contains an invitation to immediately call you to the other side.

We are not old enough to finish walking down the road of life and the way of life is too young watching you walk down its alleyways which are always full of surprises between love, ambition, friendship and kinship.

Cigarettes, smoke and rain are mirrors of enjoyment and the way of life is a puzzle that you have not finished answering.