The Pink Beauty

Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
she sways to the lines
as i walks on by
with the music in my eyes
i hear her words little slowly
now it was on my arms
feeling like writing and the leaf of brows
were flowing slowly to my sight
it was swaying
and again i tried to look deeper
without any hesitations
i was wondering of her
that pink lining?
i do not know
for she may be gone somewhere
out where those of my eyes cannot be seen
like a simple grasp of her smell from that a smell
of a tree
a brown leaf from a tree
keeps floating until it ended up to my own sightings
there it ended
to a narrow shed
where those light from the story
it pictures out an end
for the pink beauty.

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