I
Vines crept into the tree.
Holding its branch, squeezing it softly.
Vines, and more vines covering the tree.
Madly suffocating it, please save me.
II
Under the thick vines is the tree.
Rotting its body and dying slowly.
Save the tree, please save me.
Avenge the tree, burn those vines on me.
-Yanley
BINABASA MO ANG
Yanley
Mystery / Thriller/Posted Version: 1/ "Yanley wrote twelve poems before she died." Second Version: Date Started: May 19, 2018 Date Finished: June 25, 2018 Third Version: Date Started: May 25, 2019 Date Finished:
