she is the flower
of the morning
who is still wet with
the dew of dawn
and then you simply
look at her
without much care
and then you left leaving
such a loneliness
to the morning beauty
of such a flower...
ooooooooooo8oooooooooooooooooooooooooo8oooooooooooooooooooo
ang dakong kahiubos sa buwak sa kabuntagon
bulak siya sa
kabuntagon nga
nagbasa pa sa hamog
sa kaadlawon
unya imo lamang siyang
gilantaw
dayon nimog lakaw
sa gibilin mong
kahingawa.
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