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Cyrus Diaz
Cyrus Diaz
[Sir. Cy] (November 23,1989 / Lampanusan Kalilangan Bukidnon)
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Cyrus Aldohesa Diaz
English Teacher- Greenwhich University, Vietnam
English Teacher -Asian International School, Vietnam
LET Review Lecturer
Civil Service Review Lecturer
Motivational Speaker
Choir Director
Online Blogger
A poet
A writer
A philanthropist
Singer/ Musician more »
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Cyrus Diaz Poems
Identity
Look at me,
it's not my true identity
I have a covert identity,
i wonder if you'd ever see,... more »
Rain Haiku
Spontaneously,
the droplet keeps from falling
a beat, a music.... more »
Moon Haiku
Oh, moon from the sky
giving glow to my spirit
you shine the brightest.... more »
Drunk
Eccentric shaped moon,
humid cold air stirs,
night is falling,
I heard somebody howling,... more »
Cagayan De Oro In Rain
On 16nth day of December
I, alone hear voices
in distance,
rising - falling.... more »
Contentment
A perfect life can't be
found in wealth, it can be taken.
not in popularity, soon you
will be forgotten.... more »
Shadow Of My Memory
Gust of stale wind breeze
whispers,
the memory,
the memory,... more »
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Cyrus Diaz Quotations
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1."Writing is a passion, an unwrapped gift bestowed long before we were born."
education, life
By Cyrus A. Diaz
2.'Curiosity and doubt are our driving forces to venture into the unkn... -
Cyrus Diaz Quotes Part 14
Cyrus A. Diaz
161. 'Success and giving helps you live but it can't help you when you die, but surely salvation you will satisfy.'
By Cyrus Diaz
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''"Writing is a passion, an unwrapped gift bestowed long before we were born."''
Cyrus A. Diaz
Cagayan De Oro In Rain
On 16nth day of December
I, alone hear voices
in distance,
rising - falling.
pray for the drowning
city, to keep time
with our peculiar
fate, we try to be
part of what we don't
fully comprehend,
soon we'll sleep
or soon will die
and dream of our
own city in a small
corner of its horizon
lights by the sky,
inevitable, cold
the tremor of the night.
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