in the midst of sky tinted blue,
do you wonder where fireflies go?
do you wonder if stars are around?
do you wonder if moon still on guard?
with the messy comforter of sun,
why do we get mad at the heat of sand?
BINABASA MO ANG
hiapoewy
Poesiayoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
