When the waves allow you to drift farther, like my thoughts drifting far far away
'twas a momentous, almost romantic feeling i am yet to look forward to
and no! im not in a hurry to end this dream-like almost surreal feelings of happiness
because when u came into my life - reality is no longer reality
but it became an unburstable bubble that i will not wish to disappear
for the rose clipped in my breast pocket is just simply an adornment
not to make my vanity in the summer days or the winds of Amihan tis December
but to look forward that in all the four seasons of loneliness i have endured
for the longest time, will be an everlasting days of spring festivities
that i shall bury in my grave.
lovelots,
billymacdeus
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