Steel building below
and gray sky above, he watched
the mooned town as it
was stoned by the heavans. A
lone tree was wounded
by the raining water. Though
bruised, the brass-colored
bark still stood firm. Despite his
bones being cold, he
could still blade the fog in two.
BINABASA MO ANG
Various Works
PoetryA small collection of poems and short stories that I had to write for my Creative Writing class...
