The traces of cigarette smoke dancing through the air
Like two lovers entwined in a passionate embrace
They weren’t all bad days, most were good
But that’s not the story she told as I watched her lit cigarette
She left one burning in the ashtray and lit another
No longer hearing what she is saying
I am captivated by the smoke and how it entwines and parts
Learning more about life through the dance of the smoke
Than through the words she spoke
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Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker, and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist. Find him here:
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Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
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Soul Music
If I wrote a song for you would you hear what I have to say? Would you see through my words, that you are my muse? I could put you up on that mountain high—but I won’t make that mistake again. Baby, I promise this to you. If I write you a song you will see new heights. As the lyrics fall from my lips to your ears; and the notes flutter to your heart. It’s time to let go of illusions and let my music move you. Baby close your eyes—let me take you to a new high. As the music unfolds it will take you on a beautiful ride. Feel the music rise and fall, from my lips to your soul. Feel the love in the words I wrote.
By Jason White5 years ago in Poets
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