If you would try to hear
The voice of
What you are reading now,
You would not bare listening to it.
It's like how
The blackness of the dark feels
When the sun is about to rise --
Every second
It tries to fight
The eminent threat
But it could not.
It just gets comfort from
The crow after crow
Of roosters that wake
The sleeping town.
Though, it knows that before
The last minute
It can hide behind
Someone's back
As a shadow.
1 comment:
imagine my surprise when i found you left a comment on my blog.
imagine my surprise to know you still visit it.
imagine how i wondered who is that one in that beach and sunset post.
hehehe.
i'm getting carried away. and all you said was, at last you're back.
see the effect you have on me.
kaya lumayo ka! hehehe.
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