One Day In The Village Of My Ancestor Poem by RIC BASTASA

One Day In The Village Of My Ancestor



silence works with
silence

they go hand in hand
strolling

on the pavement beside
the grass

some butterflies hang
on the twigs

clouds pass by
winds are hushing

Thursday, July 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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