barks from the back of curtains,
wheezing fan beside the shelf,
feet under table of empty bottle:
unfinished books, crumpled papers,
buzzing phone and a silent pen,
groans after tugs,
where does moon secret in?
BINABASA MO ANG
hiapoewy
Poetryyoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
