The Traveler
He whom lives in a simple house,
A hut where he feels at home.
An ordinary man of dreams,
Set his sails to see the wide seas.
Different culture, history and people,
Lessons learned as he walks along the ripple.
Fears, doubts and loneliness he suffer,
He was never lost, holding that courage as he soars.
Believing that one dream for the sake of many,
Riches and pride, he could not wish for any.
The traveler that leaves with a destination,
For the sake of yearning future of the nation.
A/N (A simple poem that I made for my brother dedicated for the “Linggo ng Wika" event.)
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Under the Stars I Write
Poesía[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
