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?