Life.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Life....



darkness is imagined.
one cannot really live completely
wrapped around by cold hands,
somehow, there is a tiny spot of
warmth that one needs to
dip one's fingers, for life is
a syllable of vibrancy
twilight soon leaves
breathing begins with a sigh
soon gone

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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