Misplaced Poem by RIC BASTASA

Misplaced



when he sees the breeze
and hears
the silence of the grass
when he begins to hear
the voices of angels
when he claims
that every morning
God is there and begins
chatting with him

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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