It is in waiting when you’re stripped of minutes as people passed by,
of days as clouds turned from white to gray to white,
or of years as leaves dreaded the fall, died at winter, and replaced come spring.
of days as clouds turned from white to gray to white,
or of years as leaves dreaded the fall, died at winter, and replaced come spring.
3 comments:
prose at its best. (because of drama) =)
pagka lawm! katugkad pa kaha ko ani? hihihi!
chi, daghan na diay ta gadrama! hahaha!
tiris, pa-lawm2x ra na oi. and matud pa ni chichi, it's prose so mabaw ra na. katugkad ra ka. haha!
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