chasing mists onto pavement,
long ago as you turned into memory,
long ago as your laugh is nothing but plaque,
long ago when you're running into vain,
are streetlights to be blamed?
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.
