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Syl Espina Poems
Every sunrise, I set out to sail With my head full of ideas, And my heart full of hope.
Pardon My Words
Pardon my words when I speak the truth. No matter how gentle I want to say it, It's still painful but gives life to the word freedom.
I want to write. I want to write from the heart; Write about love and life; Write about right and rights.
HOW SHALL I TEACH THEE
I wandered into a sacred realm one day; Never thought that I would stay Instead of running far, far away.
The Light From Within
Everywhere I look, I see faces big and small; Some are beautiful; Some are feeling beautiful;
What's the sense of learning if you don't live it out? What's the sense of living if you don't enjoy it? What's the sense of enjoyment if you don't feel it? What's the sense of your feeling if you don't understand it?
Life Is You
Life is what we make it. That's what they say. Live life to the fullest. That's their aim.
If one day you get lost and confused, call me. I promise to be there and guide you. If one day you feel like crying, call me.
When words are spoken, Only the good ones are taken; By the mind that is weak And the heart that is fake.
Someone is making his way; Doing the best he can everyday; To find his one great love someday.
Like a river flowing down the mountains, I pass through shallow and deep gorges. Like a flower that blooms every morning,
Listen... To what you hear, About what people say, About life and love in this world.
When I was just a baby, She fed me with her milk, Sang me to sleep, And clothed me with silk.
New Year 2013
I don't know what to think; I don't know what will happen; I don't know where I'll be; But I do know how to pray.
Comments about Syl Espina
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Every sunrise, I set out to sail
With my head full of ideas,
And my heart full of hope.
At noon day, I stop and rest
To take my meal
And to relieve my stress.
Every sunset, I steer my wheel
To where I belong
Which I call home.
And at night, I sit and ponder
Whether I've learned a thing or two;
Whether I've gained a friend or foe.