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Sunroom – A Poem


This early Merdeka morning,
I wish that I have a sunroom, a solarium,
not which faces the rising sun,
but its setting, the late afternoon.

Right when the night
swallows the day,
the dusk they say,
is the realm of the unseen.

Perhaps, a possibility to many
but to me, quietude that summons
the forgotten feelings, the distant longing
silence that hums louder.

Alas, when the azure settles in,
and as darkness wanders,
I long for a time that I could listen
to the true sound,
of this sleepy
faraway land.

Happy Merdeka day!