How'd you become my great literature?
I once asked, is it because you are so deep?
No, it's not about being deep nor being shallow.
It's about waking that artistry—that shadow.
Dear, you have to read between my heart.
One might not understand well;
do not feel hurt.
I exist not to mock young minds.
I have no reason to broke one's imaginations.
Every piece of me reflects how you see life.
I am you.
You are me; we are one.
Together we inspire,
we capture eyes that see beauty.
We touched every single thirsty soul,
unquenched them the fundamental truth of life.
Mark them with peculiarity.
Dear, you were great for you can stand through the ages.
You stir reality and fantasy,
opens a new world of meaning.
YOU ARE READING
Utterless (2020 collection)
Poetry#random Message : Sinong nagsabing kambing lang pwedeng humugoat? -mei zhou tou 😙
