A story can do wonders for the spirit.
The Way of the World
Justice is wrought through biased means Petty quarrels extend to extremes Living lonely on our past delays Pushing forward rather late
The reality of life
Poetry in Three Lines
waves rush back and forth, on the tiderolling, caressing the shoreI am but a tiny shell rocking to and fro
Wind blowing in offmanila bay shore where birdsflock to celebrate
“No Matter What”
As the path is long
easy we will find
to turn back time
A million thoughts compressed in a matter of minutes
Fate decides, destiny happens
Tomorrow passes as a point in time.
What will be, will be determined.
A Song of Exultation
And until the evening of my life, I remain
In awe and gratitude.
My heart echoes with jubilation
O’er the Lea
Lone am I in fluttering flight.
In an open field of green.
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