GRANDS

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GRANDS
The Cid

Unwell...
The princess is unwell
Again.
Sure, she was weary
As she could
Barely open her eyes.
It was a bad attack;
Her strength got tested
In many instances that year.

Her parts seemed
To not be working,
Only two of her
Senses were awake,
And it showed every sign of
A whole new battle for her.

To somewhere she could not see,
The princess was taken back.
She smiled helplessly
To the ticking of the clock.
Eyes remained shut,
But one thing was certain─
The princess is safe
Wherever she is (even).

They laid her down on the chair
That smelled thoroughly like care.
She felt a woman's wrinkled palm's
Little strokes on her hair.
It was followed by a man's voice
That made her heart skip a beat,
"Manalangin ka sa Diyos,
Apo kong makulit."

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