how odd
for i to be lost
inside the four meter yard,
full of dry leaves
with orchestra of smiling breeze.
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.
backyard
how odd
for i to be lost
inside the four meter yard,
full of dry leaves
with orchestra of smiling breeze.
