Pompeii
The smell of smoke lies in the air
Ashes, ashes in my hair
I stare into the graying skies
Only then did I realize
The fire shooting from the mountain
Like a big, hot, reeking, boiling fountain
Stone-still, I await my death
Smoke obstructs my every breath
I hear my people’s deadly cries
Quickly, quickly, I close my eyes
Photo Credit to Joachim G Pinkawa : fineartamerica.com
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