RUSTED GOLD-[1998]
Lost myself,
Loving and caring;
A stranger-
In the vacuum of my imagination,
Touched over his shadow,
That befall onto me.
Shroud woven-A Gift,
From the thread of Gold;
For Love-unloved.
Must be rusted-The Gold.
Ungrateful-
Wished and prayed…
Unheard.
Shines invisibly,
A star…
Amidst the crowded stars;
I could gaze him in the daylight of my life,
Worshipping the footprints
Of a betrayed Love.
In shame, bathed in the sweat;
Of celebrated summer carnival...
lovita j r morang
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