Blowing incense smoke this way and that
I stare at the great gray of the sky
Listening to the birds sing
Watching life drift by
Poetry from the past and present
Poetry is not my forte, and I find most poetry to be sad or reflective of a teenage depressive state, but I have shared my rather crappy and depressive poetry to show my progression from sad and weird teen angst to sad
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