One day in Mangrove Forest

along the mangrove forest we have a toot
wood, old twigs drown like your smile
want to kick my tongue to dare to exclaim
a song a bowl of longing
worriedly drown my guts
phrase sentences memgambang tempted alun
arranged terata floating poking
then hide in between mangrove branches

at the edge of your flower turns my shyness
your smile peeking through the string of beads
your dimple lying on a bed of prayer rugs
your eyes linger firmly in the pulpit
prostrate to meet Your call
I was faith in the point sure and believe
I'll just pray the best prayer for you
make him my soul mate, mother of my child

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