The Question

An aroma wafting in the air,
Dangling loosely like fine linens;
Does it smell sweet or putrid?

A whisper in the wind,
Murmuring in the quiet breeze,
What will you say with it?

An intense taste on the tongue,
Words are like vinegar and honey;
Do you speak in love or hate?

A soft stir upon the spirit,
Lingering but just a moment;
Whose heart will you touch?

A wink of light in this dark world;
Fleeting piece of ignited flash-paper,
What will you illuminate with it?

Life is a shooting star that
Shines in a short blaze of glory;
What will you do with it?


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