Every art is made,
Due to their passion and inspirations;
They've devoted themselves,
Long until they die.
But my artwork is you,
My Madonna of the City;
Showing your smile,
Like those of Mona Lisa.
You're my living art,
Created not by Michelangelo,
Neither Raphael or Leonardo;
But just ME and YOU.
Truly you've been my canvass,
Painted along darkness and doubts;
As Van Gogh painted the stars,
We've done wonderful skies.
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PoetryMay mga bagay sa atin na hindi kailanman mabubura. Ang mga alaalang nagbabalik, mga karanasang kay pait, at higit sa lahat, ang mga pangakong nawaglit. Sa akdang ito, muli mong mararanasang magmahal, masaktan at muling makatayo sa sariling mga paa. ...
