The Box
By J. Lynne Moore
(03/09/2018)
Rummaging through crowded thoughts,
I stumble on a love that rots.
It reeks of anger, sadness and pain,
I try to clean it, but it's in vain.
Then in a box, I lock it away,
And seek the shelter of a brighter day.
BINABASA MO ANG
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