The End

Standing on the edge of the cleft

Straying at the dark horizon  

Fragile, deep in the soul,

And like a wolf from the outside.

I breathe you, but the air won’t come in.

My heart is at peace.

My eyes are calm.

I open my hands and

The northern wind pushes me in;

I smile with peace,

And my hair flies with the wind.

 

Salma Taleb