It twirls and curls,
Up in the sky.
Leaving the fire,
Not saying goodbye.
This silent assassin,
Never asks why.
Beautiful yet deadly,
Stinging your eye.
Making the sky,
Frightening and dark,
Scarring the atmosphere,
Leaving its mark.
Creating black patterns,
For everyone to see.
Swirling, twirling,
Just like the sea.
Smothering, choking,
Thick, black and warm.
Like a big thunder cloud,
In a raging storm.
But even though,
It makes you choke,
You can't have a fire,
Without a little smoke.
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