Scented smoke gently rises
Its flavours are enticing
Mixing fruit and spices
Coal rock glows igniting
On a crafted blue glass bong
The bubbles bubble exciting
Through the pipe down and along
Comes the smoke that’s untying
The stress of another mad day gone
And all those people that are lying
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I would like to translate this poem
Comes the smoke that’s untying The stress of another mad day gone And all those people that are lying ...I like that statement...very true