A World Forlorn Poem by RIC BASTASA

A World Forlorn



i open the window
and cold air gets in
the world is still gray
eagerly the birds sing
for the birth of
a brand new day
the leaves hum and
the treetops like hands
open

i stand by the window
wishing for wings
so i can fly away

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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