Art is a flamingo.
It blooms in a flock of pigeons
But glamours more
Within the flamboyance of its own.
Art is a peacock.
It is the beauty of the ancient
That flaps its tail
Made of finest elegance.
Art is a nightingale.
It whistles its sweetest songs
With all willing creatures
Choir in its unison.
Art is a jaybird.
Its plumage of cerulean sea
Colors its deep wits
Yet it chirps through mimicry.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Protagonist
PoetryCollection of Seasonal Sentiments and Sudden Thoughts It includes poems, essays, quotes, and realizations
