He has eyes that mirrors blue seas...
I've often wondered how I could yet be –
submersed within their boundless streams...
Captivating dreams of aquamarine,
feverishly taunt me in my dreams...
His smile to me seems to be –
a vision of what it means to be free.
Drifting through a current's might –
his twinkling eyes stirred the moonlight.
Stars that comfort me in desolate nights
An lo, to everchanging tides –
How I have lost myself blissfully
To his ocean eyes
BINABASA MO ANG
Mia Bella Somniator
Poetry"I write because you exists" - Micheal Faudet Life is full of misfortunes. But Could it be That all my misfortunes Could actually be Immaculate Misconseptipns? And what of love? With its thorns turned red from my pricked fingers? How do we begi...
