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A rose stares at me At the bedside table. Reposed and still, it is Withered by time, Drizzled with tears and Years of waiting and Wanting for love's Redemption. For a moment, it recites A poignant Villanele Inscribed on a faded Photograph of young Lovers. There was a Promise of forever, But forever is a word That belongs to fairy tales. There is no fairy, only a Tale of fair reality that even The Sun sets in paradise... Another rose stares at me At the bedside table, she is Reposed and still. Nightfall Comes, as she leaves our Room, darkness invades the Horizon. The rose has ceased to Bloom.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
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A rose stares at me At the bedside table. Reposed and still, it is Withered by time, Drizzled with tears and Years of waiting and Wanting for love's Redemption. For a moment, it recites A poignant Villanele Inscribed on a faded Photograph of young Lovers. There was a Promise of forever, But forever is a word That belongs to fairy tales. There is no fairy, only a Tale of fair reality that even The Sun sets in paradise... Another rose stares at me At the bedside table, she is Reposed and still. Nightfall Comes, as she leaves our Room, darkness invades the Horizon. The rose has ceased to Bloom.
For Ms. Jinky Tubalinal. Padaba taka hon. Thank you for being everything to me. University of the Philippines-Diliman Quezon City, Philippines October 16, 2013
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Filipino
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
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