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Incense stick burning in my room,

Smelling like sweet perfume.

Reminds me of the one I love,

As I watch the smoke rise above.



Peaceful comfort that it brings,

Makes my mind want to sing

About all the good things that life brings,

And childhood joys of make-believe.



Some say the smell is too strong,

Well I say, "They are all wrong!"

Some say the smoke makes their eyes tear,

But it makes my mind oh so clear.



While smoke swirls around the stick,

I watch smoke shapes perform their magic tricks.

Ashes fall in the tray,

Let me have one more day.



Incense stick burning in my room,

Please don't leave me anytime soon.

So incense stick please burn slow,

Because I don't want to see you go.