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GRASS Blades
on the marsh
like swords
pointing to the
skies,

empty open hands
like twigs
at winter time
asking for nothing

come spring
a bud gives hope
another one speaks
of a promise

from a glass window
upon a frost
the eyes are gazing
waiting for a sunny
day, looking for light.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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