Treasure Island

Geovanni Leaño

(August 31,1991 / Zamboanga City)

Gray Clouds


I wake up early as a poet,
Noticed a dull cloudy gray morning,
Dull it seems, yet it is it's asset,
Greeted me and I a 'Good morning! '
May have two GanNi deep within me,
But I have never acted as two,
'Coz deeply I know i'm fulfilling,
Fulfilling something i'm desiring,
To tell this dull morning 'Good Morning! '
Poetically.

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2008

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  • Alex Rios (3/1/2008 3:23:00 PM)

    I like practically love all your poems! Keep writing! If I could I wish to see you and see who you are outside. Your poems are very Awsome and I'm going to show my school that you are an amazing Poet. Keep writing, I love your poems.
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