Chapter 17

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Love is a dream

It is unusual and it can't be seen

Love is not what you think,

Millions of feelings and fleeting thrill


Love is not a magic,

It is the heart itself

It can be the root of all kinds of fantasy,

Happiness, excitement, and even misery


Flowers can dry,

All the birds will fly,

Everything will surely die

But love is there until the other world opens for the first time


Habang naghihintay ng oras para sa victory party namin mamaya ay sinubukan kong magsulat ng dalawang tula sa project namin kay Sir Hernani.


Ang victory party namin ay ini-schedule ng Saturday para walang reason ang lahat na hindi makapupunta. Magaganap ito sa theater dahil doon din naman nagsimula ang lahat.


After lunch ang victory party kaya marami pang time para makapagsulat dahil maaga ako nagising.


Mountains rise above the land,

Wave kisses the shore,

The air embraces us with warmth

Love can't be caught by your bare hands


It is something surreal

It is strange and sometimes, it arouses laughter

There were times that love brought tears

It also holds hope, desires, and cherished thoughts


Indulge in daydreams,

Surrounded by worthy sparkles

You are loved,

You are in love.

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