tick-tack
the clock dings
and everything
that looked and felt still
like the night wind
like words unspoken
like you
passes...
yet, another letting
tick-tack
the clock panics
and everything
that looked and felt steady
like the sun
like words mistaken
like you
passes...
yet, another missed chances
tick-tack
the clock sighs
and one thing
that looked steady, felt still
like chilled non-breathing
like words suspended
like you
to me
passes...
yet, another ending. #
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Art for Heartaches (Poems)
PoetryWhen we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.
