First Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

First Love



on that glance
the eyes see a different world

a rain of roses
when she comes

a colored world when she
gets near you

fourth of July
when her hands touch yours

though accidentally and
she says there is no meaning at all

you create meanings now
like a painting like a poem

a neutral word becomes
biased for love

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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