In Love... Poem by RIC BASTASA

In Love...



there is no empty plate
nothing is stained
there is no empty chair
everyone sits
there is no tree without
leaves
no twig without a fruit
there is no paper without
words of praise
there is no labyrinth without
a trace
there is no chaos
understanding always reigns
there is no attempt to change
what cannot be.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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