As I look at...
A trace of atrocity,
A sketch of inmity,
A figure of vainglory,
A print of malignancy.
I see...
A painting of strife,
A canvas of disbelief,
A portrait of herself,
A story of her life.
Which made me realize that it is...
An image of distress,
A photo of loneliness,
A picture of helplessness,
A replica of sinfulness.
As I poder into it…
She depicts a modern vile maiden,
Which shatters when pinned;
Whom reluctance into owning sin,
For it was pride within.
But when I tilt my head, I catch a side where it is…
Full of gladness,
Overflowing joyfulness,
Immoderate cheerfulness,
Unmeasurable thankfulness.
As I walk home from the gallery, the portrait left me with questions;
How come it has two?
How did it happen?
What about you?
What do you think?
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Mga Tula 2 (Poems 2)
PoetryLamentably, my vague mind was surpassed by the uncertainty of Wattpad. Don't know what happened of the first that my mind cannot understand. Oh, well, at least we can make another, can't we? Oo, friend, make tayo ng bago. Ang dami na kasing tambak n...
