Somebody’s friend,
somebody’s foe;
Somebody daughter
somebody’s mother.
Relations
living, where nobody wants eachother to live...
why still the heart beats,
In a dead man’s breast?
Why do the voices within,
allures me to wait,
a day more…!
How blissful is the blessings…
through the notes you wrote...
What more the hungry eyes yearns to see?
What else do the dry lips want to mumble?
Why do the hands should beg shamelessly?
A prayer………A dying desire
To live a day more…
O, Sun-how bright you can shine…
Shine amidst life
Very long, to far…
But wait for a while
Little dreams left Little love, little more care
for someone, something more…….
Shine! Shine a day more
Let my beloved sleep-in the my womb of my dreams
under the shadow of these survivals
of your Sun Shine...
Shine...
onto the woes Of the forbidden land
shine
a day more...
lovita j r morang
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