Serenity I remember a morning when you were still here... You were sitting with a cigarette while chasing a beer. You were watching the rain pour through the porch screen... Looking so lost, yet so damn serene. May 9, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fog, Poetry, porch, rain, Smoke, You 13 Comments
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