I can feel the water rushing over my body,
Over my face, and over my shoulders.
I feel it through my hair and down my neck.
Its cleansing my skin. It makes me warm.
I place my hand out to grab the soap. It smells like sage, it smells like tobacco, and a bit of cedar too.
As I lather the soap, I can feel it lifting all the grim and dirt off.
Every time I wash I feel lighter and feel more free.
I make sure to lather the soap all over, so i can get every inch of me.I open my eyes and I can see the smoke.
The smoke is coming fron out of the shell
that lays in front of me and there's something inside.
It's full of sage, and tobacco, and I'm sure I see cedar too.
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Written In Thoughts
PoetryPoetry written by me. Every peom written down is first imagined up as complex thoughts, then put into words as best as I can