The smell of the cigarettes came from afar.
When I walked towards him, I could see
The cigarette in his mouth.
Sometimes it seems that he does not actually smoke
It just lies there,
In His mouth
Like a part of his face.
I was looking at him for hours.
Watching how the cigarette ends slowly, slowly,
And the ash fell to the floor of his studio.
I've known him for several years,
Always Looking with admiration
His kindness captured my heart
As has his art.
When the cigarette is over , he lights another cigarette
Then Looks and smiles....at me.
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On the Pic : Peter Seelig.
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