sinulat ni:Therese Carmel

Summer is sweat of love romance to ask
Ask that garden
That blooms in the morning
That could kills the heaven from that skies of the right heaven
Where she sits
Upon me
Ah wishful
Ask from the goddess
Give me now
True beauty of illness
Corrections of lies
Where one moment of time I tried
Then again then again
Free lines from these eyes of mine burst into
Lies and stuck.

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