beneath redwood branches
owl wings glide
lit by moon
across the night
silent, so fast
like a meteorite
my spirit soars
A/N: Originally I posted a condensed version of the same thought, but now I see it's too condensed:
owl wings glide
moonlit
meteorite
BINABASA MO ANG
Each Day
PoetryEach Day is a poem come to life. Good days, miracles. Bad days, termites.
