Arcane Thoughts
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Last published Fri, May 31, 2024
Ink lies the deepest and silent wonder of the soul.
Paper is the tongue that speaks and express in its pages of the mind.
So mysterious as uninhabited island. Quietly. It whispers from every word between the inner and outer core of life.
Welcome to my world!
This is my collection of English and Tagalog arcane poems, proses, notes, and letters that I've written.
I am arcane. A dreamer, a writer.
By Manolo, A Man Who Dreams
All Rights Reserved
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