Temple Fragrance

In the house of the Gods

all through the air

the sweet, smell of incense

burns through the air

leaving trails of smoke

that soon melt

until all that is left

is a faint,



*Original poetry by Wadadli Witch Hazel


Hi, Iโ€™m the Witch Hazel. Iโ€™m a queer, Caribbean-American witch currently living in Asia. I donโ€™t claim to be an expert, but I would like to share my experiences and thoughts on my solitary path, as well as my travels and any other things I see as interesting. May the goddess guide us ๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ˜

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