The Light

Then Sun is shining at me so bright
To the point of not staring back
Kites flying in the air almost covering
God’s creation so I can’t see the guilt.
Time is not waiting, the clock is striking

Going to the wedding, I will be ready
Yet no one knows the date
Eyelids still bow beyond the sun
Near the entrance of the pearl gates.

Shame and guilt consume my thoughts
Sounding loudly that I can hear it
Trapping me inside with no seen exit.
Thousand and one, thousand and two
Open like triangle above me a light shining down
No, can it be? The sun that I dare not look at
Twas it is, it came for me.

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