Treasure Island

Jordan Legaspi

(24 July 1978 / Davao City, Philippines)

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Silence consumed enthroned himself
In-robe gesture and no one cared
The sound from the fallen leaf
For sometimes word cannot be heard,
Alone the nave where minstrel play
The ballad of wilderness where cedars grew
Colorful vestment flew to thin air it sway
But hallow bells cannot speak but awe;
To the shadow cast from the east of Eden
Whence life begun but end to empty hole
Heed him from them who mock the garden
But something happened that day, that fall,
Somebody took the cup and shared to him again
Broke and ate bread to seek happiness not chain.

(Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines 20050

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2008
Edited: Friday, August 13, 2010

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