XVII


"Genesis."




Empty and formless
within the deep down darkness
which is called evening

Streaks of light through
to separate me from vast
which is called morning

I gone through crying
with vaults shone between my eyes
and waters that lies

Tears absorbed by ground
and gather it in one place
then there are oceans

I could felt the air
and there i knew, i'm new born
cause i'm Genesis.

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