4 Poem by RIC BASTASA

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THERE is still light
piercing the
blinds,

it settles on the
soft spot
of the pillow

it hits the iris
of my eye

it says there is
a reason for
mornings

for mourning
for sorrow
for wings and buds
for rivers that keep on flowing
for the rain that finally stops.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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