Wednesday, February 23, 2005
in a park with two lovers under the moon
the moon,
with all her luster and beauty,
can only stare at these two lovers—
their eyes
half-closed,
half-dazed;
their fingers
in a magnificent chain
that create sparks
intensely radiant,
making everything else
a blur of bright light.
the moon,
eternally grand and brilliant,
can never tell how roses
smell in the morning with
her whisper in his hand.
In my room, 11:20 pm
(02/23/05)
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Bilog ang buwan kagabi. Pero mas maliwanag ang ningning ng Ulan. Di hamak.
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