Our lopsided lives changed.
Giving space becomes a norm.
Noise becomes an unexpected guest.
A cough clears a spot in a railcar.
Traveling becomes a global qualm that never was.
Our breathing slows our jarred bodies give in.
As the silence becomes a gift;
we realize that lives are so fragile and death is certain.
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Hidlaw
PoezieHidlaw is a small collection of daily musings, natural calamities expressed through poetry. Hidlaw is a Hiligaynon native dialect in the Philippines, which means missing something or someone. *Some words are written in Tagalog or in my native dial...
