High Poem by Silently Alone
High
The scent of the air sweeps into my nose,
engulfing my senses with a stunning aroma.
My hear races and my spirts riseas I close
my eyes, embracing this new found high.
Every thought seems to vanish into thin air
as my feeling are over run.
A swift, sweet smile slowly eases it's way
across my face.
This feeling is unimaginable.
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