AL (november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

Bleaching Aroma

greed turns me back
to my birth
I survive; a bitter merge
of classics soft tune cried,
where in thy
mother’s womb catches the hour
where the heart listens
and hold, as I stayed in the deep
slumber that keeps me

chagrin indulge my desire,
the gratitude
that gets to gorge the gorgeous hunk,
the never tasted of lips, walk
and waiting the glow
of every star
I stare

oh! night, switch on the shooting star,
cleanse and let it pass-bye,
the aroma
of whitening dust
scatter in the tasteless thirst of lasting
comfort of its beginning

Yelled! let every show of the night,
purify the dawning
morning burst of blooms,
fading the holocaust of wary
soul of distress,
waving the shadow of joining merry
making of laugh, a wasting element
of losing hope, I

come and rein my genuine heart, seldom I
off my pain ……

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you are a real poet, you dont just come out and say what you mean you show dont tell. which most people cant do. im still trying to get that through my writing. your amazing.