Under the Daylight
I am not a fan of renaissance
But my portraits are of Mona Lisa
Thin lips with a lame smile
Faint glow in her eyes
I am not a fan of mysteries
And definitely not a master of wearing mask
But when the paint of my canvas went smudge
There is another layer of picture
Newly painted like I was not tarnished
I am not a fan of secrets
I am definitely an open book in the open
A Mona Lisa displayed for tourism
And I don't know what is the illusion
How do they not see me?
I'm just under the broad daylight.
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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...
