Buchart Garden Poem by RIC BASTASA

Buchart Garden



my friends are travelling for fifteen hours
away from the drudgery of their lives
to buchart garden

to see the island garden
the flowers of their youth
the fountains of their wishes
the rivers of their lives

i am excited
about the coming pictures
through the emails
after they have seen
them all. i am waiting.

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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