Those times,
Those times where the cottony clouds turned colorful,
Those times where the waves splashed calmly under our feet,
Those times where the sunset decided to rise up from its deep slumber just so then we can witness its prepossessing panorama
Those times where the light starts to evanescent, but our shared laughs and memories remained and echoed in our memory through and through
Those times where we throw stones to the sea,
as if we're back as kids
Those times where we let the tears of rain feel our warm skin, where the heat of sun embraces us
Those times we shared, bestowed a warm flame in my unprotected heart, and also an aching flame that had burned my scars, body, and illusionary tears
but even that time, I had pick all the fragments, we all are, because that is life and people.
It isn't perfect at all
All those memories of us, I had it engraved deep in my soul
Those memories where the harsh winds and waves joined our contagious laughs
Those memories where the darkness is within us, but we were providing light and comfort to each other's back
To my people, I admire all the rainbows in eyes in the decaying night
I admire the beauty in the midst of all these ugliness,
The touch of braveness to fight the wrong,
The warm heart and cuddles,
The wide curve of lips as someone cracked a joke,
The dauntlessness as all of us keep up to our journey of finding the purpose and mystery of life
I admire, cherish all of it as if it is my last moment
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Words In Her Closet
Poesíai started writing when the pandemic hit. i started to have writer friends on facebook while using an rp account. i joined a writing guild, collaboration with writer friends, posted my works in fb. at first, i thought my works were so so heavenly and...
