Smudging 

As I watch this sage burn, 

I wonder how long the good spirits stay. 

Are they with us forever? 

Or do they slowly fade away? 

How much different things would be if you were still here. 

I could call and ask your advice. 

You were my sage. 

Now I am so lost. 

As I watch this smoke fill every room, 

I keep hope in my heart that you stay with me. 

This magic will never be as strong as the magic in your heart. 

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