Marites C. Cayetano Poems

From the same tree
there is the good fruit
there is the bad fruit....
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Like the noisy bees
loud talking behind the walls
women in hot spring.
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Words
you cannot see
you cannot touch
you can only hear
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Life is short
so do what you can
while you can.
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We're going up
they're going down
oh, this mountain road
up and down we go
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yes,
you hear me singing loud
you see me smiling alone.
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Untill yesterday
I had billions of money
I got tired of sitting and counting
so I gave them away.
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The story tellers
of different language
of different clothes
of different color
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