The vivid color of autumn
And the vast collection of a morning mists
Drops in a thirsty city of life
that every crack close like satisfied baby....
insignificance it may think
the era of every generation
qualms and clamor all will be heard
on riffraff whose hearts' bleed....
the tweet of a little yellow bird
the clanking sound of an approaching train
the sound of a new born son
is a marked of a new born plan.....
an old days had passed
but to reminisce is a choice
on a ruined happiness was
or the achievement's flashed...
the black zigzag road
the spark of a neon light
antique number and stains
are the picture of the untold skirmish.....
10/07/2010
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you remind me of another blogger na hindi na active... pareho niyong pinapadugo ang neurons ko sa mga tula niyo. hehe. compile mo lahat tapos gawin mong libro :P
ReplyDeletemr.nightcrawler : hehehehe, naku naman, i just express my love for writing.. kaw talaga...
ReplyDeleteayu: cool baby....
ReplyDeleteAng galing mo naman mag compose ng tula. Ako yata maski tagalog na tula di marunong e. hehehe!
ReplyDeleteanney : thanks ann!
ReplyDeleteAng lalim naman! Paki-tagalog, he he he..
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