Edwin Cordevilla Poems

Light dips its finger
In my wound bringing memories
Of unfulfilled promises
And ink tears
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Today, the blessed rain sang over the land,
Surrendered her dreams to the feverish soil.
I said, `Ahoy lovely neighbors, I told you
The rain will come, and she does come alright,
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The unseen is seen
In new light, and the seen
Is unseen, the shoulder conceals
What was known, it is a dream
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i can only map the words
you have left me, the shade
of sunsets

sinking in my flesh.
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'Whoever tells you that flight
is out there, or up there,
is gravely mistaken. The real sky
is within one's self. True flight
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Be still. Claim your true nature.
Flight is in stillness.
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When in trouble,
look for others
who are more troubled.
Help them.
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