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I
love you
and all the colors
of your skies, watch me
dance in your thunderstorms
drink in your sun, catch every bit
of rain, be it acid or mountain-tears,
every snowflake and speck of hail, mine
will be the sunflowers and buds of baby's
breath, the fresh soil and dew-dipped leaves
mine will be the aftermath - may it always
be something worth staying five minutes
longer for; but please remember that
even wildflowers need some
sort of care, so I hope
you'll love me
too in all the
colors of
my
skies.
We will
Wrap
Our fingers
Around these gifts
Like ribbons,
And unknot them
And unclasp the
Thoughts
That hide beneath them,
And find the joy
That comes with
Giving.
(Reach Out!)


Carols and cold winter whispers
Fill the snowy atmosphere
Curtain sparkles,
trees and lanterns
Bring light in these times of short nights,
Short tempers, when expected moments are nigh
And away, they suddenly fly...
Think "warm," think thousands of fireflies
Let us have a much needed rest
From WARS, DEATH, pain, bitterness, sadness
For now, forget anger, revenge, despair, hatred, sorrow
Think away from us, far from ourselves, let our minds roam
Let our minds gravitate towards the children of the world
Their innocent smiles, lost in this cruel, mad, world...
A heart broken, is a pale comparison to those children's sufferings...
Why not let our laughter and our giggles,
With good wishes and hopeful thoughts, mingle...
Let these positive vibes fill the world, saturate the air
Let us ponder, write of happy moments, with flair...

Beam with a SMILE,
Be contagious,
Reach out,
Make the world SMILE!

We are all connected deep inside
We are seated side by side,
Everyday, we join a trip
In this vessel called
F R I E N D---S H I P.

LET US LIVE, REVIVE, AND SPREAD THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT AND HOLIDAY CHEERS.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY PEACEFUL NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL!!!

LOVE TO ALL-

Sally


Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


^^^^^^^^^^^^^
***no offense to those of  us who are heartbroken, my heart goes to you, I feel for you, but let us be selfless just for once, and be happy just this once...***
The less
you
tried,
     the more
      I fell
      in
      love.

And that's
been the
story
thus
far.
-Andrew Durst.
river run like a song.
watch the joy
leak from the wells
in your eyes,
and let it spill over like
ink and write
the pages of your story
in the history books
of heaven: oh,

you will be remembered.
you will be remembered.

an amalgamation
of all the blood that
runs through you:
the pasig,
the yangtze,
the pacific,
the sewers of manila,
john the baptist's,
tracing down your cheeks
and down your throat and
slowly you begin to choke:

the saltwater sticks to your
throat. you do nothing
but breathe,
breathe slowly and
try not to choke
but slowly swallow
the birthrights
that remain river
run,

river run
and remember
where you came from.
Too many essays on home.
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