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My life sails
Pass by, the days, months and years
Who keeps their records?
These are my treasure
I give them away with no bounds
Take it
As much as you wish
But leave
Only a day for me.
This day
I shall leave aside
All fears and doubts
And devote it only to myself.
This day
I will give to myself
the sweetness of love
tenderness of affection
And I will open before myself
All words spelt-unspelt.
This day
I will collect
the pollen from flowers
colors from butterfly wings
to adorn my face
and beautify my being.
This day
I will decorate myself
With my songs and poems
And from the cuckoo
I will learn my language.
I will ask the clouds
To lend their black
For my eyes' decor
I will ask the rain
to wash me pure.
I will ask the sky
to lend its vastness
and ask the ocean
to give its depth
for my poems.
This day
I will be only me
With not an iota of
apprehension or pretension
and my heart be blessed with
heavenly illumination
This day will be my day
May it be my last night
or the last day.
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