Friday, 23 November 2012

Island

By the sea,
everything seems so blurry,
heavy yet happy.

By the land,
everything seems so distant,
bland and reluctant,

By the air,
everything seems possible,
endless opportunities.

But the bird,
lives in neither,
rather in between,
heaven and hell.

And all that is left,
is neither here, nor there,
it flies to an island,
unknown to nobody,
wishing all is well,
for it to weep,
all by itself. 

- Nazri Awang, 6.27pm, 23 November 2012, Jalan Tun Razak

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