maiba tayo. heto ang isang wasak poetry.
To die in a poem
I didn’t know if it was possible
To live in a poem.
A friend sd he wouldn’t
Mind to live in a poem
I’d written.
Yet there were poems
He just couldn’t live in.
Based on this I didn’t know
If my poems were any good
Or if I were at least a good friend.
But if one could die
In a poem, I’d pick one
With only a few lines—
My life, short as these words,
Would end there just fine.
-mesandel arguelles
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