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May 2015
You realise your gaze,
As you watch the grace of her footsteps,
While she sings your favourite tune,
Through the hollows of her teeth,
Under the blankets of her breath.

One, two and three,
The purity of a clear glistened pool,
Coins of the unknown faith,
With the leather-slippered angel,
And the acrylic colours of Rome.
© 2015 Izzah Batrisyia
Izzah Batrisyia
Written by
Izzah Batrisyia  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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