Elegy #1

An old philosopher sleeping in the lily fields

Dreams the air is filled with cotton seeds

As white as the cloudy sky, as free as his thoughts.



A young lass dance with cotton seeds

Light seeds freed by the monsoon winds

As calming as tea, as unpredictable as her emotions.



The sad man, infected, smiles as he yields

Watching the young lady, he stopped picking up lily reeds

As plenty as pieces of broken glass, as dead as his soul.

2 comments:

  1. matalinghagang tula.. magaling, magaling, magaling :)

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  2. Oo matalinhaga yang tula ko. Puro symbolisms...he he he.

    Thanks for the compliments.

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