The steam drifts gently

From hot bath to cool air

It dances silently in front of flickering flame,

Then disappears.

I wonder where it goes.

Later, I see dew on the wall and know,

It’s still there,


Author: Alex

I work in a college library, and love reading, writing and drawing. I am a breast cancer survivor.

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