it doesn't change,
the way moon sly
surrounded of fire
in chilling night.i wonder,
do you still
think the same?
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.
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it doesn't change,
the way moon sly
surrounded of fire
in chilling night.i wonder,
do you still
think the same?