1 January 2013
You rise, rise, rise up, Like a puff of smoke. A saffron fire Wrapping me like a cloak.
You are ignorant Leaving me below. I'm suffocating, You continue to grow.
I yell out to you Listen to my plea! Yet you still float up, Successful with your flee.
I'm left in fire You are now long gone. I turn to ashes, For your black smoke has won.
Smoke • Opuss № I