Written evidence of the past,
Bygone artifact,
A product of yesterday’s mind,
A book written by hand.
Written away from other’s eyes,
Hidden away from perceptive minds;
Or a remnant of a discovery,
Which passes down more discovery.
But that was in the past.
Which put much importance,
Published to be an autobiography,
She was dead but her piece was alive ‘til now.
He tried writing for his own,
But he failed being consistent at dawn.
He gave up writing of his own,
But embarked on writing the lives of people around.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
Thơ caMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
