A percolated one

Daily Prompt: Breath.

I stopped by his side
felt his breath
and walked away.

He was a smoker
a percolated one
the romance died.

Breathing death
is not for the living
and not for love.

Smoker in the street

A percolated one was originally published on PHOTO – POETRY – CRAZY ART


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