"SPOKEN WORD POETRY" BY:MS. blackdie_16
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SPOKEN POETRY
BY:MS.Blackdie /Black_SHADOW_MSD
papaantigin tayo,
sa tugmaan na nilalaman nito,
mag kakaroon tayo ng di natin aakalaing emosyon na nilalaman na sasapat na para maging reaksyon,
di man sya perpekto sa panlasa ng iba ,
kung yung ibay kukutyain pa,
at sasabihing madrama,
pero ikAw na nakakaintindi ay maluluha pa,
marahil sa nilalaman nitong may malalim na nararamdaman,
na ang gumagawa ng obra ay manunulat na nag lalahad ng pakiramdam,
para sabihin sa madla ang tunay na kanyang nais iparating sa titulo pa lang.
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