What Is Missed..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

What Is Missed.....



we shall wait
when the last tree is
cut
and then every memory
of the leaf
shall become a beautiful
poem.

we shall miss the last
drop of rain
when the long drought
shows no sign of ending
itself ever.

in the middle of an arid
desert
we shall miss the song of
the farthest sea.

Saturday, November 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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