When I was young, a little girl named Hope came to me.
"What was it like to give up?" She asked. I paused and pondered. Well, what's it like? I thought. It was like an eternity of darkness shrouds you. Like a voiceless singer or an artist who lost his brush.
Then an older man called Fate came to us. "It was like there are wings growing out of your back, after chasing down a prey, meant for another, down a cliff, and those wings carry you to a paradise called Home."
Initially, I did not understand what the man said.
As I grew up, I learned the reason behind his name.
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Free Verse
PoetryA Free Verse is a poetry which contains no rhyme, rhyme scheme, and follows no meter; malayang sulatin in Tagalog. Inspired by Lang Leav.
