Holy water

Mitigating sins

leveraging countenance

in search of the morning kingdom

to see the sky, to bow to the sun

Navigating

as the vortex

in between these eclipses

breezes briskly passing through the greens

the air is changing

into water

still flowing

runs deep

Wishing that red river

within

is at peace

by green pulses

permeated through the bleached
sunken glares

riding upon the bliss

of the blessings from forgotten harmony

and old memories

to strike a chord

with this moment

Of this throat

wet and airy

stuck with the lump

permanently fixed

with lips

uttering prayer

indefinitely

By,

Rozmanshah Abdullah, KL.

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