Haloes.

I considered smoking as hazardous. Not that I tried it yet! I don't want anybody to be influenced by these words of mine. Just that I now have another point of view thus sharing my opinion poetically.

Of smoke and ashes and strange odors
Dancing around their lips in rounds

Ringing with curiosity and discovery

Wandering forlorn yet so desired

An enigma waiting to be solved

Finds its skinny self in detriment

Only to satiate its admirers' lust
For it's a breakfree from their confinement

A means to get away from reality
A sinner is it or an ally?

Despised by many and loved by some

Lifted up and enjoyed every time

Downtrodden and crushed every day

Destined to endure every moment?

Who will change its fate

And give its existence a new meaning?

Misprized due to its impacts on their lives
But who really cared about its own?

Short- lived yet well reigned 

Let it breathe, let it be.