Mark Adrian Adonay
I live in Sta.Fe, Bagumbayan, Roxas, Oriental Mindoro, Philippines.I started to go to school at our central school in Roxas, at a young age of 3 in Kindergarten school of Methodist near at home.I'm now in 3rd year and studying a vocational school of San Aquilino.I started writing poem in this year 'cause I'm inspired of my brother, he also encouraged me, by the way.
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Mark Adrian Adonay Poems
Wings of blue ocean Travels from sea to sea. Travel and travels, Until he reach the shores.
The Footprints Left Behind
When I was in the land Of my memories, In the midst of it There I stood,
Prayer of Forgiveness
Forgive me, Oh Lord; For what have I done Of all the uttered words I have spoken in sin
Peace, Can’t be gave to others Nor others give peace to you, You can’t give peace
Dew of a new born day has sounded The melody of the music dancing on the air Bright morning is happily wounded By the seven soldiers of the victorious lair
An eternal flow Quenched the thirst of empty Bed of earth’s behalf Dark, white, - - can be any colors
Arms of the great sea Strech’d forth for land’s breathing Firmly, still holding.
Sketch a Beautiful Life
Sketch a beautiful life In the paper of your dreams Draw a wonderful lines, Like water’s flow on streams.
Strength of the ages Like a monument you stand Feet of ev’ry home And filled earth’s empty spaces
I like the way, How the moon Speaks to me. In the night’s silence
Oh! Beautiful Is like a jar Under the eyes of moon, And just a mud of the ground;
Can you see them Like the earth’s sweet blossom, Bounds in a bright morning Of the day’s pure sunlight.
Believe Like you’re in the sea Of your dreams Sail through
True Happiness Is born in our heart When it cares
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Wings of blue ocean
Travels from sea to sea.
Travel and travels,
Until he reach the shores.
Saying: “I am alive”.