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Sally A Bayan Feb 2019
(morning, noon 'til night)


1)
dew drops fall on grass
slight sun permeates bay window
a cool breeze blows by

2)
parsley sprigs adorn
a bowl of yellow puree
hot creamed pumpkin soup..

3)
while sipping soup, muse
flies with brown mariposa
rain taps sharp on roof

4)
i run....to gather
fresh, sun-dried clothes from clotheslines
dog stirs from the rush

5)
wet soil's scent meanders
dry earth quenches thirst with rain
petrichor smells good!

6)
after chasing breath,
crisp cropeck, teams with coffee
crumbs adorn my shirt...

7)
fragrance chokes twilight
"queen of the night" spews sweet scent
white blooms...so divine!

8)
monitor lizard
tangoes up the ceiling...stares,
then falls on my lap!

9)
from the bamboo tree
gecko's distinct twilight call
shrills cold twilight air

10)
moon nestles coz'ly
in a circle of gray clouds
night.......is all her own...


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 3, 2019
Autmn T Mar 2018
I once saw a butterfly with bruised wings and, in that moment,  I understood what it felt like to break the most fragile, beautiful part of oneself
Written during a time when I felt like giving up with the possibility of love due to anothers inability to appreciate the love I was giving

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