I've heard loud silence of Manila lately,
and it is so sincere that whispers...

I always thought that fire is the only thing that...
and that roses are blessed for their thorns...

The soft brown color of your eyes
burn in every word...

Last September,
I watched...

Like amber mem'ries,
snow makes dainty Sarcodes spring...

To capture
a moment...

4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...

Lately,
I can't...

In the
orient seas...

Never let go of the heart
you once embraced...

Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...

I do not deserve
to be in anyone's life...