on March 23, 2017 March 23, 2017 Smoke in General by Soulcruzer Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Smoke drifts in thin line, silence cut by time, the day lurks and night retreats. Share this:FacebookXLike this:Like Loading... American Sentences short poem Share This Previous Post← Hooray for mom and pop shops, they add colour to local neighbourhoods Hooray for mom and pop shops, they add colour to local neighbourhoods Next PostA personal piece of hell → A personal piece of hell