167 Poem by RIC BASTASA

167



On the old trees
The dancing ladies are clinging
On its barks
They are all yellow and blooming
From My heart too
Shall spring forth
Renewed vows & commitments.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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