When the sun sets,
The moon arise,
When the clouds gets heavy,
The rain starts,
When it becomes dark,
We often search for the light,
When things get heavy,
The river flows in our eyes
Who are we going to run to?
Now that all we have is ourselves,
But we are also doubting it too.
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Unspoken Poetry
PoetryIf there's a spoken, there's unspoken one. Composed of my unsaid words that I eventually turned into a poem (tagalog/english) about life, love and everything in between.
