like little candles in the air
the discreet whispers,
the silent stares
like broken lines of a song
the peaceful slumber,
the hidden groans
like midnight fairies on a visit
the repeating play,
the mourned decay
like beams of sunlight each dawn
the held hands,
the rehearsed monologues
like dew drops on a flower
the lost promises,
the misplaced notes
like the swaying branches of trees
the assuring smile,
the missing piece
like the poet’s perceived world
the lover’s wish
the muse’s kiss
Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete
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