AM (July 17,1978 / Manila)


Butterflies hovering and playing around
Its fragile wings flapping aimlessly to nowhere
right and left..back and forth
there they go around the stillness of the room
Savoring the beauty of the different colors of their ether
come lay and be at peace
the songs they sing captured the weary hearts
elevates the lonesome soul
the hymn that was never heard is singing eternaly to the heavens

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