Whispers in the Hazy Garden
A dance with the herb.
In the midst of surroundings,
Whispers of a hidden secret echo softly.
My thoughts soar within wisps of smoke
In a realm where shadows come alive.
Love blossoms, amidst leaves a dance,
Finding solace in a trance.
With every breath waves of wash over me
In the garden where my fears gently fade away.
Beware the grip the silent plea,
For freedom masked by THCs allure.
A gentle herb, a companion,
Yet sweet desires can. Bind.
Let us tread lightly in this garden
Seeking balance in both day and night.
Embracing the weeds comforting embrace
Remembering to be mindful with hearts.
For, within this dance lies
A tale that is bold and sharp witted.
A journey guided by caution
In the garden where my chosen weed thrives.
About the Creator
Purity Wang'ombe
I'm 20 yrs old, Kenyan, still getting to know myself. I write what I experience in daily life and I want to share my experiences with you so that I'm not alone in this journey.
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