Untitled Poem 2 Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

Untitled Poem 2



The craggy hills
are my pillows,

the wintry chill
is my blanket,

the deep ravine
is the dark tomb

waiting eagerly
for my body

torn apart
ruthlessly

by razor-like bills
of the vulture

that wore the color
of your love.

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Ferdinand L Quintos

Ferdinand L Quintos

Bayambang, Pangasinan, Philippines
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