Bul-ol
A mother to a lovely daughter. / A lady who is optimist and dynamic but at the same time introvert. / A lady who prefers to listen as to talk. / A lady who wears no earring, puts no makeup, dresses as it is. / A lady whom you'll mistake a sorrow for a smile but the reasons will never be concealed. / A lady in love with the sun, the heat it emits, the feel of warmth whilst it touches the skin, and specially the unending hope it provides. / A lady enthralled by the moon, the light reflected in it when it is at its full face, and the melancholy it embraces. / A lady captivated by the wind, the waves and the mountains. The serenity of the call of their voices, the calmness of their ambiance and the temptation they bring.
When I die, don't be afraid to show how you feel,
Shed a tear or grab a beer.
Believe me I will be somewhere near.
Whisper to the wind the words I long to hear,
Weep to the ocean all regrets there is,
Until the waves wash it all away.
Climb to the top of the mountain and shout your heart out,
When the load gets light,
Seeing you being real from a far would make it all bearable on my part
Wishing it is the same for you.
And when the light drifts away, the night creeps in,
Together with the cool breeze that blows chills on your nape,
You'll be sure I am at your back,
Hugging you tight, kissing you the sweetest goodnight.
JP dela Paz_Philippines_May 2015
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC