Rendezvous of Eunoia
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Last published Sat, Apr 26, 2025
Mga hiniraya ni Hiraya.
Damdami'y ilalahad,
sa pagsulat ilalabas.
- Penelope Portia
These are random pieces showing random themes and feelings that I write on days that are hard, days that are easy, days that are burnt, days that are free- just days that I simply live.
I am Penelope, I enthuse and flare hence
I write.
No matter how ugly or how beautiful my pieces are,
they are still mine
my work, my feelings, my rendezvous.
and the things that are mine
are exceptional in their own way just
because.
.book cover is from Canva
credits to the rightful owner.
All Rights Reserved
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