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Batrisyia Azman Mar 2019
A dramatic symphony,
Echoes from billowing clouds above,
The marble sky glows with golden warmth,
At times even the orb is concealed,
Gusts of wind fly past,
Like driving a car with the windows down,
White flashes illuminate brief moments,
This marks the beginning.

As diamonds descend from above,
I turn upwards smiling,
The cold weather relieving a tropical heatwave,
The water replenishing parched soil,
The blessings replenishing parched souls.
Batrisyia Azman Mar 2019
Like the waves,
Who ebb and flow,
Like the shells,
With colours galore,
Like the trees,
And where they grow.

There is one thing,
That you should know,
You are always,
Where you're meant to be,
Who you're meant to be,
Save yourself,
From the sorrow.
Batrisyia Azman Mar 2019
This is nothing new,
It had occurred before,
Since I had known you,
You treat 'us' like a chore.

Your knight in shining armor,
Who you so desperately chase,
He is merely a charmer,
Will leave, your efforts gone to waste.

Your insincere, shallow friends,
Whom you had allowed to purloin my place,
Will leave you as the day ends,
Emptiness shall consume your smiling face.

Shutting your eyes to live in a dream,
Shutting my eyes to let tears dry,
The superficial not as it seems,
You cheer, as I silently cry.

— The End —