RIC S. BASTASA
Those Ripe Guavas - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
do not be sad today
when you wake up
open your window first
those ripe guavas
hanging on the branch
of that tree
that your mother
in front of the house...
it is only when you remember (mother)
that you begin to forget (misery) ...
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