4a Poem by RIC BASTASA

4a



tongue-tied winds
on sturdy trees

sea weaving waves
log-rolling on the shores

moon floating weakly
on the murky river

nights without neon lights
brokenhearted

rivers on their usual journeys
towards the sea of options

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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