Flavour of the Month

by Maria Isabel Cecilia Pascual
(Manila, Philippines)

Yes, I know...

The flavor of the month thing,

It comes and goes just like autumn turns to winter...

Or as the sun sets not East but West.

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Not a drop of rain I see,

Never a drop of tear dear;

Shall dampen this heart,

So fragile yet so fond of thee.

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Like a book that can be learned,

Yet can be unlearned and forgotten;

Dusty and sitting in some corner,

Untouched...unloved.

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I'll stay here and wait,

For the sun to rise again;

Or the moon to shine at night,

As the crickets sings their lullabies.

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I'll just sit here and watch,

Lull myself through the rhythmic movement;

Of this faithful beloved rocking chair...

And let this fading lucid thoughts begone!

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