Sonnet II: Farewell Song

Let me for somewhere I should stroll
Bid thee farewell. You, eternal wonder
that enthralls my soul, will always tolls
like a muezzin’s serene call yonder.
Who can really reckon the lines on the palm?
But I must believe in voices that compel
That at the end of the tunnel, a day will come
When I know: this farewell fares us well.
The ominous hands of Time and Distance
(That once tought us to paint desire)
Shall make us yearn at each other’s absence
Yet they’ll see how immortal we are.
Our moments together have tuned a song
A sacred one for each of us to sing alone.

~by Sukasah Syahdan~

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