Incense

The stick was purplish red
Taking it, I twiddled it in my hand
To a fire, the tip I fed.
A stranger in a strange land
Asking a foreign deity
For an answer no one could find
A selfish quest of divinity
Moving forward yet behind.
The flame consumed the incense
As I thrust it to the ash-filled vase.
I wished for happiness
For all of your days. As we parted ways.

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  1. I’d like to know the story behind this one. (:

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  2. jian5

     /  October 7, 2009

    I’ll tell you when we meet. 😀

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