S14 Poem by RIC BASTASA

S14



a candle melts as fire gets too near,
water saves the drops
that fall upon the glass,
shapes of freedom are formed
melting ideas solidified by
cold and contained once
again in water and glass as the
man that owns the scene
finishes its work and
leaves.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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