Lady Poem by Elmer Sayre

Elmer Sayre

Elmer Sayre

Dipolog City now living in Initao, Misamis Oriental

Lady

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In between sobs and heaving breasts,
while the cicadas chirp and the ripe durians fell,
in one moonless night in Baungon:
you told me of a lost dream,
endless tears, clenched fists wanting to destroy time.

Suffering is your lot, the prize you paid for, for your youthful indecision.

Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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Elmer Sayre

Elmer Sayre

Dipolog City now living in Initao, Misamis Oriental
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