I drift through this thick fog
A hanky to stop this vile smoke


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

38 thoughts on “Vile”

  1. I never could relate fog to smoke.Dont know but these two always seemed to me as separate entities,the fog of mystery,passion,love while the smoke of pollution,dirt,grime.But the picture blendes them well.But still my apprehensions remain.~Harsha

  2. i loved this verse Leo…superb…as always your words added meaning and beauty to the picture!making it perfect!well done!n really very sorry for getting late…yet again!take care!god bless!

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