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I wonder still, if you'd enjoy milked tea,
well, i'd let you....while i sip my coffee
let's gaze eye to eye and let things be.
spaces and times are not always comfy.
let's maximize, talk as we walk leisurely,
in spacious perimeters of the mind...saying
"us," and "we," first times, unconsciously,
a sight to behold, we surely could be
let's allow our feelings to unfold, shall we?
maybe, as we dine,
maybe, over wine.
by a shady banyan tree, we could stroll,
or bury our feet in the cool sandy shore
eyes and hearts are nourished lavishly
our souls, enriched generously,
as we devour the sky's infinity
we go back, refill our cups...would yours be tea
again? mine, this time, would be rummed coffee.
I soar, when our thoughts travel synchronously
sometimes, though, we're like a broken poetry
some parts of life simply cannot be changed
and i, definitely, refuse to break a chain.
and i start asking questions unceasingly,
which later, turn to crumpled poetry...
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sally b
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 20, 2021
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
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☕️☕️
I wonder still, if you'd enjoy milked tea,
well, i'd let you....while i sip my coffee
let's gaze eye to eye and let things be.
spaces and times are not always comfy.
let's maximize, talk as we walk leisurely,
in spacious perimeters of the mind...saying
"us," and "we," first times, unconsciously,
a sight to behold, we surely could be
let's allow our feelings to unfold, shall we?
maybe, as we dine,
maybe, over wine.
by a shady banyan tree, we could stroll,
or bury our feet in the cool sandy shore
eyes and hearts are nourished lavishly
our souls, enriched generously,
as we devour the sky's infinity
we go back, refill our cups...would yours be tea
again? mine, this time, would be rummed coffee.
I soar, when our thoughts travel synchronously
sometimes, though, we're like a broken poetry
some parts of life simply cannot be changed
and i, definitely, refuse to break a chain.
and i start asking questions unceasingly,
which later, turn to crumpled poetry...
:::::::::::::::
:::::::::::
::::::::(another silly love poem)
sally b
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 20, 2021
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