The Fragrance Of Life Comments

The last drop of the poison from the tumbler tight on my fingers is quivering upon its edge to dip on to the floor. I am drunk and the sweet intoxication has conquered the body, but I can still hear raindrops falling from the leaves to the ponds of muddy waters playing the sweetest notes of music. I wish if a drop of it fall on my lips dried of thirst; I wish I could once again hold the grills of the window and remain looking at the distant skies caressed by a sweet breeze that would touch me, the fingers of motherhood.

My breath has disappeared unto the distant wind that would perhaps feed the leaves beyond these walls; my vision has dissolved in the darkness of the sun that would open its eyes as a new dawn with bright light; I have given my warmth to the pigeons that are brooding in the chill of rain; I shall give this flesh to the mystic flames who would fill their belly and retire to ashes; Alas! Here is the space that I occupied for a lifetime as of a butterfly, O skies take this back while my lips tremble to pay gratitude!
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