Louie Renz Bautista

The Title

It was once an august literary piece
Fascinated, I became a fan... I became her God...
I thought my hands could write and align those words of avid
So it could reach the soaring blue sky

Before, no dropp of ink from my feathered pen
Can make her align and her title superlative
It was a combination of black and white
And her face marred by words, gets betrayed -

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