I am a tree that
is with leaves that reach
for a thousand yous.
Soften my bark, star,
so the breeze flows smoothly
as your flickering.
Honestly admit
that I will vainly despair
'til the next dusk,
eager to see you
beneath its dark blanket, clouds
dimly scattered,
and will stare from
here, a little place
where I reside.
10/2/08, 11:29 PM
Red Diaries: Baguio!
9 years ago
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