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Dec 2013
I saw death
it was in front of me
cold nose, wide and open eyes
feet turned cold and blue
God is good and  good is God
don't take it for remorse
she went, let her suffers end

what was there on the ceiling?
cracks and blisters
souls linger
just let it go now
please  let her suffers end

is it time we wanted?
is it just the memories  holding?
let the future unfolding
please let her suffers end
My grandma passed away a couple of months ago. I saw the process of death. It was unraveling to me. I didn't take it as crucial, more like a closure. I prayed everyday for God to let her suffers end. Finally, she went.
Nazihah Bustari
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Nazihah Bustari  Borneo
(Borneo)   
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