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SMOKE_BONGS
In the haze of twilight, where dreams entwine,
A ritual unfolds, an ancient design.
From glassy chambers, smoke tendrils rise,
In whispered dances 'neath starlit skies.
With each inhale, a journey begins,
To realms unseen, where the soul spins.
In clouds of laughter and depths profound,
Lost in the rhythm, where time is unfound.
The bong, a vessel, a conduit of thought,
Where minds converge and wisdom is sought.
In fragrant swirls, secrets are unfurled,
A communion of spirits in a smoke-filled world.
So pass the bong, let the ritual flow,
In this sacred circle, where hearts aglow.
For in the smoke, we find unity's song,
In the timeless dance of the smoke bongs.
© Sisco Puentes
#cloudedthoughtspoetry #breakthechainsofglass #addiction
A ritual unfolds, an ancient design.
From glassy chambers, smoke tendrils rise,
In whispered dances 'neath starlit skies.
With each inhale, a journey begins,
To realms unseen, where the soul spins.
In clouds of laughter and depths profound,
Lost in the rhythm, where time is unfound.
The bong, a vessel, a conduit of thought,
Where minds converge and wisdom is sought.
In fragrant swirls, secrets are unfurled,
A communion of spirits in a smoke-filled world.
So pass the bong, let the ritual flow,
In this sacred circle, where hearts aglow.
For in the smoke, we find unity's song,
In the timeless dance of the smoke bongs.
© Sisco Puentes
#cloudedthoughtspoetry #breakthechainsofglass #addiction
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