'Life is wonderful...'

'Having worked all my life
on life...
how it bloomed
against all adversities...
feel...
life is just beautiful...'
Francesco said...
choked up voice...

and Isabella ?
she said nothing...
she just allowed
Francesco
to jabber...
and she knew
when he would mutter
things might change...
so she just allowed...

Francesco was thinking...
his eyes blinking...
his fingers in the air
like a pianist rolled...
no reeds however...

'think...
Life...
blooming in deserts...
arid...sandy...
never measured...
by any scientist...

Think...
life...
how it bloomed
in arsenic...
adaptability of a pure Godly kind...
Only God can transmute
Adversities...
to Favours...

Think...
Washington...
Life is wonderful...'

Francesco stopped...
not stopped...
his ruminations went silent...
paused...

and

Isabella?

well...
she had tears...
those round glassy beads...

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