Like smoke


Like smoke rolling off of an incense stick, life changes so fast.
It flys from its source and floats away.
Mostly insubstantial but clearly right before your eyes.
Every curl and swirl is different never repeating it’s shape and form like every moment.
Only one chance to see it as it dissipates in seconds.
Lingering behind is that sweet pleasant scent, a memory of what had been before.


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