The Story Poem by Allian Bern Fuentes

The Story



Flint smokes covered up
While you're calling my name
I was walking on the clouds
Waiting for your sound
You said you want to let me know

And from that day I tell a tale
To everybody but they never tail
Like when somebody ring a bell
Like you can't say what you feel

Sunday, December 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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Allian Bern Fuentes

Allian Bern Fuentes

Tambulig, Zamboanga Del Sur
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