Day 62
Soothing sound i cannot tell
I'm imagining of an angel
Looking down on a wishing well
Throwing dimes as I hear it fell
In a dark place wherein I can no longer dwell
I stood up and walk my way out of hell.
BINABASA MO ANG
Sapience Of Life
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