Confronting Reality To The Past That Can Never Be The Same Again Poem by RIC BASTASA

Confronting Reality To The Past That Can Never Be The Same Again



we dream,
it is misty and cold
the mountain is dressed in fog
and the whole village
becomes a mirage
of breath taking
dream

as we tread upon a path
towards the
hut,

we were not shaky

we dream
that there is still the two of us here
like many years ago

it is misty and cold
and i am shaking and
afraid

this time
for real

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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