Gil Gregorio

In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,
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I was groping for a friend
in a net of eyes by the tube;
I was looking for a brother
in a heart of dearness as old;
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At the highways of woes
a traveller viewed the wind blows,
as he climb up a fearful trail
on top of a mountain or a hill.
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Bounded by the sense of disbeliefs
amid friendship or any-
the spurs of the moment queried
on the worn glittering gold ring;
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Sojourn from the hedge of destiny
turning off the trail of a lonely road
succumbing to air unspeakable scorch
while walking like a pedgy-hedgy trowl!
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