☕︎︎halcyonkiyo
Life is full of a tragedy that challenges me repeatedly,
Colors seems shadey every time I see sadness, it won't free.
An inner child of me is waiting at the tree,
Almost years past since I lost but believe me, it's still me.
A child of me that full of colors can see,
Who drews stars at the tree, smiling that sadness fades easily.
I was believing hopefully that one day become happily,
That colors still painted me and a child of me is still waiting for me proudly.
I lost at the stars shining brightly, they can't see me until
shadows brushed it and turns darker slowly.
In the colors of sadness, regrets is a distortion of hopelessness that shallows excitements in to boredom.
The only way I see, that the darker colors calmed, If I walked
through the path with love that I could no longer faces the past and leads me to freedom.
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Mga Tula Sa Kalawakan
PoetrySa ating paglalakbay, Ikaw ang nagsilbing karamay, Kumapit ang ating mga kamay, Daan patungo sa tunay na buhay. Mga Tula Sa Kalawakan, Ang librong nanggaling sa isipan, Bawat pahina'y may kahalagahan, Mula man saya o pinagdaraanan. **PAALALA**...
