yet it doesn't mean
that goodbye is to be
whispered next to aches,
the us is way far
from flowers;
it may never bloom
but it doesn't wither.
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.
flower
yet it doesn't mean
that goodbye is to be
whispered next to aches,
the us is way far
from flowers;
it may never bloom
but it doesn't wither.
