The Riddles Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Riddles



stay:
some words still dance inside your ear
they like it there

departure:
some fruits are ripe for the picking
but you are not there
they are falling even without the wind

go:
how do you interpret my silence?

Monday, September 15, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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