Excited.
You rush for that
travel. The clouds amaze you
inside the plane
manila bound.
You like it now.
Alone. A walk at SM
Night stroll at
Roxas boulevard.
You need this.
Go out this room.
Take this walk and that.
Eating alone
Seeing the people
passing by.
Then you go
inside yourself.
No one really knows.
How deep
and silent you have
gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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