Arbitrary

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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