Where dandelions bloom, one summer;
I land my gaze upon the west and
saw the golden sun-
in your lips,
blazing before your eyes,
and when the breeze brings you
through the patches of grass
to calm the storm within me,
my heartbeat flows
like the old river's rhythmic waves;
serene,
calm,
at peace.
On the field of blossoming wishes,
as I blow their petals away
I smiled at you
and yearn
for the folklore to come true.
BINABASA MO ANG
On Bridges That We Burned
PoetryA collection of unsaid words and feelings dedicated to the people I once loved and cherished.
