Its another cigar smoking morning
the stink goes up his nose
a bitter stream
slides into his mouth
and he loves it!
He worships the smell
He worships the taste
He loves his cigar!
He drinks his coffee
and smokes his cigar
early in the morning
before breakfast
looking out of his window
darkness is deserting the sky
the sun is coming up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem