The air is fragrant again. The red roses are blossoming even though it is almost December. The desert is gleaming with joy and the spring has crept up silently to make the land fertile for hope, once more. My existence exists to smell the traces of her presence in the cosmos. I can breath her again - life is all colourfull once more.
I recognized her from miles away, when we knew nothing of it. It was like two broken pieces of a magnet; kept at a distance without a consequence, but when brought together they become one; defying the forces holding them in their places. She spoke of Juliet today as I listened with close intent. I was breathing her, her words were filling the air, as she was constituting an awakening in me. Her smile white as pearls of my imagination was beating blood in my body, as I saw through her.
I have not thought of any thought but her for past five years. She sits in front of me, as an incarnation of my struggle. I am close to holding her in my arms, and almost be forgiven. For the trees that have bowed to me, and the water that had sang to me, and the flowers that have beamed life at me when I had ignored them are ready to forgive me now. I will hold the glass of wine in my hands, but this time with a beating heart.
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