The mist and the smoke enraptured within themselves,
Spoke of some of my days gone by,
Where quiet and loud play together,
Then retracted.
In my life I had soothing days,
And more hectic days,
Intertwined during the following days.
It was the feature of my life.
In my future days, I'll try to invent,
Inventions in their glory.
They will have mist and smoke,
Enraptured within themselves.
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