Leans against the architraves,
Gazing at the waves that misbehave(s),
Before stepping onto the paves,
Frenzied memories evince, much like the unruly waves.
Staring, before turning a blind eye to the caves.
Eyes fixated on the waves, just like claves,
Realizing we are much like slâves,
Who is holding one's horses, yet no one saves.
Surrounding people kept on having hysterics and râves,
Should I just wâive(s)?
Or act like a brave man who braves (nothing),
In the vast sea, sigh as I realize I just have to ride the waves.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poems/Tula Compilation
РазноеPoems/Tula Compilation, where all her poetries were her unsaid words.
