JANUARY BLUES
And suddenly, the certainty was blocked by a great ash cloud.
It's poisoning my whole being to doubt if it's love I found,
I wish to rewind the time when everything was fantasy—
I wish to evacuate from this honest reality.
The once beautiful, peaceful landscape has now erupted—
a natural phenomenon I didn't feel will happen.
The confused heart and mind are in a state of calamity—
should I expect something good from all of this falling debris?
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I wrote this when Taal volcano erupted.
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GAIA
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's escape-the beauty of the earth.
