Early days
He stepped slowly
Follow the sound
From inside wood surau
Where is his heart
peace before
Now closed
black cloud
Now he is coming
again for the last
The rest of the night
He took it off
Clear water flow
from beautiful eyes
Wet the floor
From surau wood
Forming love
There is nothing left
Everything is poured out
In front of the mirror
Dance him in love
Knocking on the door of the sky
Get rid of lust
Black
From his heart
Sure of life
is a place to die
Many times
Until he dies
Sky doors open
Original poetry from @Black-Horse !