Rahsia Tuhan Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Only breath is left to hear,
Restless peace that draws me near.
A shelter home through frail old age,
Just you and I—our sacred page.

I let you go, though it breaks me inside,
A pain so deep, where tears can't hide.
Touched the flame, and hate drew near,
Still, I let you go, my dear.

This is God's own secret thread,
A future written, softly spread.
We once could dance through days of light,
Now I doubt what's carved in night.

It grows heavier with morning's gleam,
Where grief invades each waking dream.
Still, I let you go, though I nearly die,
Touched the flame, and still, I try.

This is God's own whispered truth,
A fate etched deep beyond our youth.
We once could dream those tender days,
But now I question all His ways.

It grows heavier with each new sun,
Another day, and I'm undone.
Yet in the shadows, soft and slow,
I dream of us from long ago.