by Azalia Suhaimi
(Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia.)
How is it that each time I walk,
I hear the wind whistling about,
the hummingbirds singing aloud,
the sea answering the clouds?
But how is it that each time you're near,
So simply, so beautifully and so clear,
You bring the words to the music I hear?
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