Luggage

Poem By Marites C. Cayetano

I am a traveller
with only one bag of luggage.

In my bag,
is my passion
to the beauty of many colors
and lights of this universe...

my commitments to many people
who have shared with me
dark moments
and joyful moments too...

and my hopes and dreams
to finish my travel
without hurting anyone
but leave everyone
with only happy moments
to treasure.

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