Empty-handed
One glass is never enough
It could not quench thirst nor for a good bath
One meal is never enough
It could not feed you for a lifetime
One cloth is not enough
It could not cover all your bare skin
There is nothing enough
And some things are never enough
They think you're ungrateful
But how to be grateful when one has nothing
I have wanted too much
With empty-handed, how could I not?
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Miss Heartstrong
BINABASA MO ANG
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shad...
