Sonnet I
Ripplin' waves of fragrant smoke
Smell of something sweet on fire
Aroma of something maybe like...
...Metaphysical Boutique
Shufflin' 'round with my boots in the sand
Glass upside down, sand gettin' higher
Round the glowin' candle lanterns
Figures stand in long white sheets
Wreaths of flowers around their heads
Shining green and golden leaves
Ticking clocks and passin' hours
Till the Dreaming God wakes up from sleep
One by one, the stars are going black
Times moves forward, it never rolls back...
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