Prick
Those roses with its thorns — I was terrified to touch it,
Wouldn't have been bleeding if I just held it the right way,
Maybe I wouldn't feel so sad lying on the grasses alone, moonlit,
Perhaps if I took the roses, I would've been stronger...
But I didn't anyway.
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Ephemeral Echoes
PoetryEphemeral Echoes is a compilation of my English and Filipino poems (mostly English), covering diverse themes like friendship, love, suffering, and adoration. I invite your mind to explore the profound echoes in these verses. Let the resonating words...
