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When he left me
By Marietta T. Geraldino I knew by the icy chill in my heart that I did love him. I trembled. “Will I be able to tell him that?” I began to doubt my courage. “I need to see him. I need to know why he’s leaving without saying goodbye.” I convinced myself. My friend kept his…
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Embers of me…
Photo by James Plaza Puracan In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “New.” by Mayette Geraldino If I were an ember of hope I would soothe your heart and help you cope Rewrite some tattered pages of your past Unburden your mind from overcast… An inspired you, I would recast. If I were an…
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The Autumn Wind
For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point… by Marites Avisado-Responte A rushing stranger, pushing a door Freezing fingertips, embracing my pore We meet face to face, lifting every tendril of my limp hair, numbing my ear You continue … Poking through my knitted beanie Groaning around my scarfed nape Wedging in on…
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