Sometimes, we forget, someone
Who has been there,
Basically, because we are busy with everyone
Sometimes, we get to be separated by time
Busy days, hectic weeks, a working year
Divides the closeness that we have
But, by this time,
Without explaining,
We began to embrace the thought that we have been here
For each soul,
It is just that time, divides us,
This season, reunites us.
Somehow, journeys, will not tell you
Whether you will meet again or not
Until, the time tells, that it is the right
Time.
BINABASA MO ANG
MP LIGHTS: 143
Poetry-Hugot? Sad? Poem lover? -This book is a collection of random poems. Free verse by nature with some traditional patterns. -Minsan kase mapapatigil ka nalang... Hanggang sa itatanong mo nalang sa mga bituin kung lahat ba ng ito ay isang panaginip?
