Poem: Cigarette Clouds and Pine Leaves – 18/02/20

The surrounding scent of pine leaves invades my sensitive nostrils, Since quitting smoking I have been able to discern more, And my taste buds, they are rearing, They sing for attention, These senses, They are heightened.   No more dulling from the poisons within those death sticks, A retraction of the chemical clouds which Weighted [...]