Like a snake strolling to citadel…
With visible curly moves…
It fills my nostrils…
Inhaling the best of scents..
The first puff hits my chest hard…
With a deep breath in between..
I cough out the last of my worries..
And shed a single tear in comfort..
Love in smoke..
A unified scene in peace..
Passed it on to a brother…
His throats longer for it..
With mixed saliva of friendship…
New flavors added…
The second puff was much better…
It erased hatred in humanity..
War at the end of victory…
We battle for the last puff…
Everyone loves the spiritual content…
I want to feel the fire that burns my corner lips…
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept