i have never pondered;
never been weary,
nor have been considered waiting
of things to be in order,
so who i am to be blame
on the stream in every fall?
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.
am i
i have never pondered;
never been weary,
nor have been considered waiting
of things to be in order,
so who i am to be blame
on the stream in every fall?
