I'm on the
eighteenth.
She's on the
nineteenth.
We were born
on December;
A season of
love to remember.
I'm a
Sagittarius.
She's a
Sagittarius.
We are
an archers;
Bow and
arrow bearers.
But her arrow
strike through
my tiny heart,
And she became
a part of me and
my favorite art.
I'm on the
eighteenth.
She's on the
nineteenth.
Born on
December
When our
stars appear.
Sagittarius is
our zodiac sign
And we are each
other's "mine."
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Isang Daang Tula Para sa Isang Estranghera
Poetry"If a poet loves you, you will never die." I'm just a mediocre poet who never believed I will cross path with love. But destiny really works in a mysterious way. The moon may wax and wane and ocean may ebb and flow, yet poetry will remain constant...
