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We danced behind the curtains
Your gentle finger caresses the fabric
A voile we've woven of the winter since
Behind it,
You stood and teased me like the flimsy sun
Patiently waiting
for the moment I'm yet to come
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Love, The Self, and the Nation: An Anthology
PoetryA collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Part I), English (Part II), and a little bit of French (Part III) Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and society.
