Copper Complexion by Araw Sun
This room smells like
that of a freshly made wooden fire
who’s this woman I see
I swear I know that white blouse she’s wearing
meters away would I sway once again
fighting is done, trapped in the black reflection
the comfort I feel, in this same box with you
No one seems to be lonely
shades of gold entrap me
we don’t know each other but we’re grinning in the darkness
all these copper complexion I share with you
Don’t wake me! Sedate me!
Triggers the war, mending the scars, the pact is made!
Your papers are white, you’re at the side, I sway and pray!
Holding you! Holding you!
Holding you! Holding you!
Swaying, losing, praying,
Swaying, losing, praying,
Om kama devaya
Vidhmahe
pushpavanaya
Dheemahe
thanno kama
pracho dayath
