My eyes fixed at this wonderful
flora that ever graced this terrain.
Don in crimson dress, inviting,
and beaming with refined beauty.
At times I felt its stare at me.
With the sweetest smile on its face.
But I just could not decipher reality.
Fantasy was toying with emotion.
Then –
a strong instinct to pluck it.
Except I hesitated, was unsure. Afraid.
It might only wilt in my hands.
About Me
- Jeff
- Presently a third year medical student at the University of Santo Tomas Faculty of Medicine and Surgery, this writer is a former student journalist - news editor of ThePILLARS, the official student publication of Ateneo de Naga University; also a biologist, a debater, a counselor, and a licensed teacher.
Fellows
Still Life
INNOCENCE
Just take your chance -- be a child and be free.
4 comments:
ano to version mo ng "a red red rose" ni robert burns?hehe. actually harayo man. yun lang kasi naisip ko since rose at girl ang images na nakita ko sa poem na to.
I love this. It's raw but very emotional. And It can be interpreted in many ways, but I find connected with unselfish love.
*find it
hehe, oo nga 'no, may poem na "a red red rose." nakalimutan ko na. high school ko yata yun nabasa.
salamat sa comment. hehe, medyo overused na ang rose, kaya tulip na lang ang ginawa kong subject.
^^ jonas, find what? hehe, raw but very emotional pala. salamat!
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