(Taken from my still unpublished sci-fi/fantasy novel "Echoes In The Wind Trilogy")
"Flickering candles being blown by the wind
Under the cold dawn of yesterday's skies
Wishing the great sun would come
Drenching its light to the world…
Flickering candles I held in my hands
As I stood still with cold tears in my eyes
So soft and sacred the whispers of stars
Clinging the songs of all hope
Onto the altars of peace…
Flickering candles that glowed in my face
Under the cold dawn of yesterday's skies
Wishing the great sun would come
Drenching its light to the world…
Flickering candles I held in my hands
As I stood still with cold tears in my eyes
So soft and sacred the whispers of stars
Clinging the songs of all hope
Onto the altars of peace…
Flickering candles that glowed in my face
Still as the shadows my wandering mind
Yet I still know of all hearts
Filled to the brim with the light…
Yet I still know of all hearts
Filled to the brim with the light…
Flickering candles I need it no more
When my heart opens like flowers at dawn
Riding the wind to the rainbow of morn
As I recite all my love
An ode to the days in the sun…
As I recite all my love
An ode to the days in the sun…
Flickering candles my heart and my soul
Under the cold dawn my fears be no more
Then the great sun starts to rise
Shining the path to the skies…"
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
2001
Shining the path to the skies…"
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
2001
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