cherry_smoke
fyn gula
You
see
the
beauty
and
it
strikes
a
chord
in
you
,
some
hidden
melody
that
urges
you
to
sing
.
a
song
no
one
is
meant
to
hear
but
your
music
can't
go
unnoticed
.
you
have
a
capacity
and
you
seek
to
develop
it
and
when
you
ask
me
if
the
flowering
tree
at
the
Allegheny
Cemetary
is
a
weeping
cherry
,
i
hear
the
rhythm
of
your
individual
efforts.
your
life
is
a
musical
and
the
whole
world
is
watching
.
do
we
go
home
and
hear
them
playing
inside
?
i
told
you
there
would
be
rings
around
the
bark
and
you
remember
the
days
when
cherry
smoke
made
the
best
jerky.
i
could
see
you
tasting
it
in
your
memory
just
as
frances mayes
was
urging
me
to
do
in
bella tuscany.
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the
lamp
reflected
light
like
a
shiny
mirror
.
suddenly
the
lamp
started
tremble
and
shake
,
tremble
and
shake
.
out
of
the
spout
poured
a
fragrant
pink
smoke
,
that
smelled
of
cherry
orchards.
the
lamp
grew
hot
.
from
the
smoke
a
figure
began
to
appear
.
Slowly
,
but
you
could
make
out
the
shape
of
a
man
,
arms
crossed
over
his
chest
.
"
what
is
your
wish
",
he
said
,
which
hardly
sounded
like
a
question
and
more
like
a
statement
.
it
all
goes
by
so
quickly
and
when
he
leaves
your
life
is
neither
better
nor
worse
.
funny
how
it
goes
that
way
.
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tobacco
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