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