Black Smoke (My Poem)

One morning looking at black smoke,
I thought
Did any disaster happen?

Piercing deep fog,
Black smoke was covering the vast sky.

Sunlight became dark,
The morning birds were pale.
Hugging my books,I was concerned of all.

At that moment,
My look was travelling around the world.
It seemed to me
That the black smoke had camouflaged this whole world.

For shadowing the words of my book,
Black smoke might be campaigning.
Holding my book tightly,
I whispered,
"No smoke would touch my poor book."

Then I dared to call both black smoke and the book.
I taught them,
"Both of you are outcomes of human's acts,
But there is a conflict between truth and flase.
One is for light,and the other is for dirt.
There are two holes in the mouth of this universe.
One is bright and the other is black.
The bright hole is for empowering the civilized world,
And the black one is for hiding us in disaster."

I thought,
"Is this black smoke trying to close the bright hole and open the black one to us?"

Then I dared to call mankind.
I told,'There is still time to tight the mouth of black hole and stop this black smoke.'

Then the words of my book might prevail in a shining world.
The winter birds might be free to fly.
And the mist of winter be blessed by sunlight.

Man!
You would be happy on your Earth.

Note:In a winter I saw black smoke when I went on the roof with a book,I wrote this poem.

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