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
swaying
smelling
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
slowly
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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