The Poem Poem by Marites C. Cayetano

The Poem



It has no beautiful words
it didn't color the leaves
it didn't measure
the anger and hate
nor did it gives life
to unmoving stone...

The poem...
it's just the tear of a vagabond
wanting to save the world.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016
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