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Ryan Cenzon
Poems
Feb 2013
Whispers of the Leaves
In the dark, I weep,
as in the air, fumes, I smell.
Alive I may appear to be,
but my soul now burns in Hell.
Memories of happiness in my hands,
memories of watching it swim away,
now, left am I, to wonder,
why I still live to see the day.
The sky has promised joy,
December winds dragged me along,
the leaves had whispered, that you were for me,
and now, I bleed, for they were wrong.
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Ryan Cenzon
Manila
(Manila)
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