Atma Sang Ritma

By: Athea Ly (Fathiah)

It first unveiled itself,

its aura captivating my senses,

not just a melody drifting through my ears,

but the sincerity of its soul reached deep within.

Yet as it neared the end,

its tune no longer held the same sweetness—

fading, dim, dark.

Still, I embraced its spirit tightly,

until it slowly slipped away, lost to my sight.