Wispy circles of light
And rings of blue-grey smoke
The hollow of my eyes
Are filled to the brim
With smoky marijuana dreams
Life is suspended still
From a stalk of weed
I could just pluck if off
And drift away deep, deep
Into my marijuana dreams
Drops of sweetened despair
Fail to quench my black thirst
Leave me to my sorrows sweet
As life ebbs away, on tip toes
I’ll surrender to marijuana dreams
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4 comments:
I wish this poem was not so beautiful.
Bhishon subdar
beautifully written :)
i hope u dnt mind...i have added u as my fav blogger in my blog :)
Thank you, Kim. I'm honoured.
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