Untitled 25 Poem by RIC BASTASA

Untitled 25



morning wakes us up
with the gusts of the
winds from its
whispers,

loneliness creeps again
inside our bones
we quiver to this
we like to harvest reasons

the grains of wisdom are ripe
we take the chaff and
let them go

we are here with the purity
of what is left
and on the table now my love
we share
this grace.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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