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Reminiscence and Regret
She sits alone in the silence of the city’s most opulent room In her aged hands, a bouquet of weeds Dry, brittle As fragile as memory itself and she remembers… Youth, in the countryside A young girl...
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Frangipani Evening
Midnight after a storm the world was asleep It was just us in the stillness in the scented air and the hundreds of frangipani blossoms fallen on the grass. The cold air, the fragrance the rainkissed...
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Internal Rain
Restless I long to dance in the rain laugh in the rain to be the rain to be your reason to quench your thirst with every cold, clear drop of everything I am and to purify you with the cleansing gift of...
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Aftermath
There is stillness here after the storm has spent its strength and its casualties of fallen frangipani flowers pervade the night air with fragrance. There is silence here not even a whisper or a breath...
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Huling Katha
Ubos na ang tula para sa iyo Said na ang mga salita Ito na ang huling pagkakataong iaalay sa iyo ang katha. Kumukupas na ang larawan mong nakaukit sa gunita At ang naiwan pang pakiramdam ‘Di ko na...
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December in Paraiso
The trees are dripping stars in Puerto Princesa And gold flutters over the streets But he never sees them, his eyes are fixed on the cup in his hand and the passing feet. There is music always where...
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Track Nine at the Train Station
Let us have this final moment The last before we part Like the sunset, grand and silent Sailing off into the west One last lingering touch of color, One last glorious burst of fire Before the horizon...
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Disenchanted
In my younger and more vulnerable years — Hah. I say that as if I am aged As if my armor is perfect But I’m not, and it’s not And what I am, I confess is scared. Not cynical, not jaded Just plain old...
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I feel like there should be fireworks, really.
My favorite thing about the way you look at me, babe is that now and then I catch it that little hint of wonder and a bit of disbelief, too that you found me that I’m real we’re real and I’m yours. I...
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Sharing a Hammock One Lazy Sunday Afternoon
My love you are everything that a home should be safe and warm strong and secure steadfast and sure. As I lie tightly enfolded awake while you sleep my fingertips trace your back trailing down the...
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