In Praise Of Fiona Poem by RIC BASTASA

In Praise Of Fiona



how orderly are your lines
how beautifully they appear
like morning sunrise that
never fails to arrive on the
window sills of my loneliness

and then the doors open
and then the floors sway
to the rhythm of your songs
but she was no longer there

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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