I can see her face fading away
The beauty which men ran after
Day and night
I can see her body shrinking
Her skin lined with wrinkles
Her body shivers frequently
Her two cheeks sinking in the deep contours of her face
Almost touching each other
Her pale hairs strays off often
Her eyes getting sealed with her narrow eye brows
In the evenings
We could gather in numbers
And sit around the fire place
And watch the embers glow
Whilst listening to her ancestral tales
In a low soft tone
With fear in her faint eyes
She could say
"My time on earth is up
Death will soon wrap my breath"
Thrusting her body effortlessly
She could smile
Exposing the cleft
All front teeth gone
A dry laugh could then seal her mouth
Marking the furrows on her face..............
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