The air vent added a level of fluidity,
But the curves just acted as an extension,
Originally added for practicality,
Now it brings another dimension,
Other alleys were a dull affair,
But here the colours take the stage,
It’s magical to see people care,
To contribute to another page
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Worshippers
congregate,
Temples open their
doors,
Attempts to offer
answers,
They decorated this
slate,
A cultural force,
Fused into Kuching’s
cultures,
Onlookers they
fascinate,
Temples close their
doors,
Contented worshippers
The new structure casts
its shadow,
Yet it never dominates,
Because the old
generation know,
That this is their fate
But they don't have to worry,
As they build the
foundation,
They are a part of this
city,
Fused to our generation