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,
fading
fragrance
*Original poetry by Wadadli Witch Hazel
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,
fading
fragrance
*Original poetry by Wadadli Witch Hazel
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