I forgave the willows
when they rooted themselves
in shaky earth,
and
dipped their leaves—
the ones I wrote my secrets on,
the
current.
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley