61 Poem by RIC BASTASA

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TRANSFORMATION

A bud sighs a question into the air
The question
Diffuses
Layer by layer
Into another sphere

The bud
Blooms
Into flower

Waiting sadly
It wishes to wither faster
To trace the question
Gone away

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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