jhowel mendoza

Late night I am still at my door waiting.

The ring of my favorite, to hear from
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That time passed that I
was overwhelmed by deceit
thinking over the latest of her quest.
That queer on the post, typing the comment rips the edges of mine clothe
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I stood on the edge of the platform in Doroteo Jose.

Stream of light flashed at sight, of dangled faith.
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Life is a journey in this mundane realm.

This world of fleeting things,
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Delighted at the past by which the sea left the ocean with its vicious intention.

The river has remorse by joinning the miscreant of the sea.
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In this little room of fate and grail.
We sat on wooden floor of din;
That we are kings or prince
Chuckling on the phillistines' dream.
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'That good part shall not be taken from Mary's ears, '
which He gives.
The precious, more precious than jewels of Kings.
No one could ever find unless he is chosen
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Shall I suppress this trodden feeling?
The fearful bliss of sudden trimming.
The wild thing that grows little a day,
When I see her walking hard a day.
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Today, another point to start
To ponder upon the very first day.
The day when your wavy hair dot
In the cold conference room;
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The sky ravels what is up for the day.
Unrest its clouds, scuttle by the Eastern wind.
Restless, like thin sheets of paper scatter away.
No one knows where they head.
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That night I shivered
As I walked on the
Pavement, beside Her
At the Pier one, in front
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Hurried to the realm of the hollow shore
of burried bushes dried by the sunset.
Then, angry waves devour and fret
That shore, where I walked before
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