Heavenly Bliss
As the smoke it swirls, it rides the wind whispering enchanted songs.
Up and around and down and up it whirls though not for long.
It’s like a magical masterpiece with an ever-changing form,
It shifts in shape and then vanishes just like a fleeting storm.
It sweeps the cobwebs from your mind to find it’s deepest thoughts,
It awakens the senses and unearths the memories of tales of old once taught.
So enticing a scent when you first inhale, early after dawn.
It smells so sweet, so crisp, so green, not unlike a fresh cut lawn.
Draw it in, release it out and await the heavenly bliss,
It opens your eyes so wide and warm just like a perfect kiss.
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