Memories of
those Damselflies...
As happiness begins to vanish
under your Orchid firmament...
No one
will ever find...
Three Dandelions-
bent, teased by quaint Daffodils...
You describe my existence
by creating...
You cannot
reap Sampaguitas...
This afternoon feels like
the time I wrote again...
Petals from a flower
are scattered in the thick air...
Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...
Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
Your whispers are like
a Rastafarian flower...