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Incense stick - the Poem
Incense sticks are burning bright
The fragrance is flowing light,
Some soul around is flying tight
Emotions ripe and fluid fright.
The dazzling flame at the pick
Sweeping wind makes it trip,
The peek-a-boo orange flip
Little glow burning wind whip.
The delicate scent flowing
The fresh flowers adorning,
The glory so much alluring
For some death is progressing.
Slow poisoning of some soul
Death of aromatic life crawl,
Braided misty smokes howl
Caravan of teardrop to bowl.
Garland of flowers fresh décor
For death is precious ardour,
The incense sticks wait fervour
To die spreading scent armour.
Death is the cocoon surrounding
Inhale aroma till the heart is burning,
After me exist in past tense feeling
You will still have my aroma reeling.
Inside your core of existence
Everywhere you go my prudence,
Follow your shadow with continuance
Let the incense sticks burn to credence.
My heart is an incense stick
For you, I burn till the last flick,
When the story is over
I rest in the misty aroma in your heart.
Please burn the stick another ……..
The wind will carry the aroma till the infinity.
Allow me to linger when
Someplace besides… ,
the fragrances will prevail…..
Ashes of death wing to aromatic décor.
Let me burn more every instance
To love you …
To be inhaled by you
To die for you….
Incense to sense you till the time will tire !!!!