Fernando Ayala

Rookie (July 27,1964 / Quezon City)

Afterdance - Poem by Fernando Ayala

there are tears

in the nooks and crannies

of my soul

after the dance is done

puddles of blood

among the pieces

of my life

after the dance is done

broken sighs

scattered on the lawn

of my memories

after the dance is done

the roses brown

and kisses melting

in the sun

after the dance is done

shifting sands

time, wearing smooth

half-empty glasses

when the dance is done

until the next lesson

I practice in my mind

each gesture, each step

till the dance is done

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Comments about Afterdance by Fernando Ayala

  • Rookie Sonya Florentino (5/24/2009 7:33:00 PM)

    the dance of life, eventually can learn it, one step at a time.....beautiful.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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