Ramon G. Palanca
Ramon G. Palanca
(Las Vegas, Nevada)
Comments about Ramon G. Palanca
Withered Flower
Withered flower,
Falling prey to time and elements,
Resisting the majesty of the burning sun;
But soon must fall,
From the branch to the earth,
And slowly turn into dust.
Once did she bloom with beauty,
Beholden to the eyes of men.
The real poet in him. I miss this man.
I love this man and his poems,
I love these poems. I love this man.