Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan Poems

In the high still emptiness
where the sun refuses
to shine
where solar lights' fingers
...

Summer soil
thirsty no doubt
craving for some
laurel moist
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A - arg, in you i see
the strength of my weaknesses
R- remember without you
i may live but in midst of loneliness
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Even my pen will park
A page before my unpublished book

And my passion of reading
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Who exclaim
writers are profound thinkers
Rich in vocabulary supplies
a walking dictionary
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You need not be
a combatant soldier
shedding blood
as dying patriot
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As i was writing
you a letter
there's a heavy downpour
outside
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High tide
rushes in
erases my old footprints
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Sing the song of triumph
a joyful hymn from heaven above
with divine tones and graetful tune
to fill our lives with love
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this is written probably
not to boost wealth of the wealthy
not to uplift depressed living of the poor
not to twist promises into sweet reality
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