Bismillah..
Walls have memories
sands are witnesses
times may change, but places..
existence lingers
words drift as whispers of the wind
but the land remembers
of long-held expectations
the way universe would hum in anticipation
till the day arrived
then,
why weep?
dear clouds
heart-broken as you are
you're still there
high up in the sky
cry is a sign of mercy
there is hope
as long as there's one who held unto his legacy
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