Great favours are born
when the world abandons
The sun for any new light

I remember…

Glory holds a grudge
when it’s asked to compete.
How magnanimous,
that it’d let you live on your knees
to never see
how its eyes have changed.

I dare say,

Don’t fall for any benevolence
once waters have been muddied,
to get them clean once again,
I don’t need to explain further.

Take yourself as you’ll dictate,
This game we can fairly play.

We’ll met before the sun abandons
what is fated,
Truly lover.

I promise you my sky…

Published by Sia Morweng

I'm Sia, and you're my new friend.

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