Glimpse of light

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Holding unto the rod,

Walking through the path,

Chasing  the light,

Wishing hope,

Where there might none,

Not tired just wanna give up.


Will there be moon to shine in my darkest nights?

Or I will be star for dreaming high?

-Celestina joy P. Arguez

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