When the night is still,
The sound, returns.
When the night is still,
The heart
went
bare.
The mind cleared,
Soul cleansed,
Hands, prayed.
For when the night is still is when
our prayer reach its highest height,
Up, up in the sky,
Up and above.
To a place where only He could know,
To a place where all hearts
mesmerized in awe,
To a place where all of us will
eventually go.
For a grateful heart,
is all we could show.
Ananda Khaira
Azizah,
Pekanbaru,
17 September 2020.
10pm.
(photo courtesy of google.com)
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