it is yes... it is no.
a black...and white.
a death...and birth.
but how do we know where it goes?
blind...and all-seeing.
loving...and then not.
Forgetting...and remembering.
but how do we know where it goes?
tears...and smiles.
cuddles... and parting ways.
freedom...and then chains.
but how do we know where it goes?
a cocoon...and wings.
thriller...and then romance.
crepe...and then cakes.
but how do we know where it goes?
a dot...and circles.
a stone...and then a heart.
a crate...and then a star.
but how do we know where it goes?
thorns...and flowers.
storms...and then sun.
desert...and then oceans.
but how do we know where it goes?
to where conflict arises, there is peace.
to where there is treasure, one can be lost.
but how do we know where it goes?
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✏DhangRazon
a year-ender poem in 2012
Cover Photo: A photo of me while walking at
The Windmill Farm, Albany with Ate Grace
and our friends Ate Elsa and Kuya Ryan.
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