Cigar
As I wait for the coming dusk
These lazy eyes
They distract me towards the metropolis plateau
A sinking sun shades behind the clouded mountains
And the tangerine sky lurks over the city streets
My elbows lay rest upon the banister
As I draw a cigar from a box
A flame is lit
Flaring about
I spin the cigar once around the light
And place it onto my lips
With an inhale,
I pull the smoke through as the cigar tip brightens
The flavour enriches my palate
And my mind cradles on a thought
From an exhale,
The fumes rise and encompass me
The smoke wavers freely,
And like my mind
The gentle draft carries it
As I watch the city lights gather
Alone in this beautiful silence
I treasure the ritual of my cigar
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