a song to accompany,
a life to see,
the click-click of keys,
the drench on worn leaves.
it is a tranquility,
in me.
the crushing that we do,
under the soles of our shoes,
freefalling from the sky,
is left alone and untried.
loot to me, is writing of sleeves.
eyebrows raised, however,
for the thirst to unobscurely reap,
is the only thing they see.
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it's been a while since i'd written a poem. embarrassingly, i haven't felt that passionate about it. that was the case until we were studying a malay poem from the syllabus, and boy did the words struck me. the whole poem was so beautiful, it just took my breath away. i know, so cheesy. the effect was immediate as i mentally abandoned the class and saw nothing but the words that floated mindlessly. i had to write them down. and they became, well,
this. it's not much, but it's me. and i like it.
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