It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...
To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...
8:00 PM
only lives...
Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...
No, I don't mind
being greeted by Dandelions...
Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...
The cliffs of dream sleep
beneath my eyelashes...
Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...
Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...
You are an
old Philippine map...
A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...
The night is sound asleep,
but my heart is not to keep...