A Bench (8th Poem For The White Petal )

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As I sat looking forward for hours
That I will prefer spent in indifference,
Thinking of future that can be ours
As I hurt drowning, engulfed in silence
Amid the noise of commercial sphere,
With a little to move on to nowhere
I displayed you in my mind,
A pretty countenance that is not here
A melodic form that is just over there
A night's white petal that I wish to find
Beaming inside my frail arms
Professing love that I haven't known
And I in the depth of her charms
Peace to me would be finally shown.
So I dream tenderly with open eyes;
A sigh let out in sorrow
For a dream that in reality dies
Again, I will need to borrow
Another dead time tomorrow.

Dec. 7, 2023.
7:36 PM, Manila

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