Incense

We had thought of transience and rain
Rivers overflowing on to the highways
Dismal failures, temporary successes
Then finally some beauty-talk in art
Literature, deep thoughts,body mystery
Everything that was coming to an end
As though there was not any beginning.
Yet the colors went on all the while
And they would smell nice like incense.

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