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Moonchild Nov 2018
All these nights,
All these sleepless nights
The reckless moment of having you near me makes me sigh.
Frightened o' dear love,
Why does the moon have to hide his love?
To that usual star you see every night.
What are your eyes made for?
When what you see is the darkness of a hopeless tour
Written on the land of the shore.
Therefore thee the moon was in love with her,
When no one had their eyes for her.
Moonchild Nov 2018
Of two juveniles engrossed each other's hearts.
Where therefore thee an exquisite love awaits,
The velocity of the winds went across and mold a grandeur flow
With the world that's against their tranquil love,
A ravishing tragic begins.

Youngsters who thee behold charm and ethereal presence,
Who seek of pure love in such of an innocence.
The total madness of the air entered their silent souls,
The flesh of faith remarked the comprising truth.
The pleasure of no grandiloquence but with nothing to forestall.

Stared at the windows of their souls,
And a flamboyant heartbeat was born.
Of thousand nights that detained two lovers,
Shallow and deep words were uttered before.
No one can cease their hearts all alone.

Oh love, not eradicated by the broken winds and fiery wounds,
An intense merge of faith of thee I know was true indeed.
To love showed transparency of the world they could not know.
How are they supposed to pass these through?
And of a hombre who took his best all along and will always prove.

Who knows of their love that exists?
Exists in a cloistered world where no one shall deplete
Neither of them was a catalyst and both just cherished memories.
No art of atrocity was privileged.
An unmitigatedly deprived love was opt to be conquered.

To the cycle of this tragic love,
Made a quest of a lifetime where no one broke the chains of thee.
With blood, sweat, and tears,
Of galaxies they thought would collapse beneath the scarcely theme.
'Till death do they part.

Their souls were dead right before their naked eyes have seen,
The immersed blood of vengeance remained at the state of a deafening silence,
The living ghosts crashed their nightmares and killed themselves because of an intense love they always prevail.
Now one day, beside the heaven they seek
Death brought them back together and in the name of love their fate was written in their blood forever.
Moonchild Nov 2018
Sa isang parihabang kwaderno
Nasilayan ko ang iba't ibang kulay ng panulat
Mula sa malayo, hawak hawak niya ang pluma
Umaasang may malalathalang kakaiba

Sa kaniyang utak na blanko't walang kusa
Nais lang naman ng kaniyang puso ang malaman
Kung mayroon pa nga bang siyang pag-asa
Pag-asang makalikha ng bagong yugto at makatakas sa kulungan

Mistula bang napakaraming emosyon ang nanaig
Onti-onti niyang nabubuksan ang kaniyang mga matang tago sa realidad
Sinulat niya ang unang saknong ng kaniyang tula at isinaad,

"Sana'y matagal na akong namulat sa katotohanang panaginip lamang ang makasama ka magpakailanman."

Bawat kulay na aking nasilayan mula sa kwaderno'y nabubura
Ang lalaking manunulat ay sumisigla
Napagtanto niya na kinakailangan niyang magparaya
Magparaya upang siyang patuloy nang lumigaya

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