Sabah

Tired eyes struggle for the dreams
they saw before the night.

Morning sky, wrapped in dawn,
echoes with a distant smile,

those softly moving memories
that drift with the heart.

Listless winds catch the breaths
whispered into ears afar,

awoken by the taste of words
yearning to be heard.

Sweet sorrow of horizons,
hiding manna beyond the distant floor.

Rising sun tugs on strings
wrapped around a pilgrim’s wrist.

Tired eyes struggle for the dreams
they saw before the night.

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