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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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Aug 19, 2011
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by: isabel

Hi!
Its a nice poem! The alternate rhythmic cycles of our lives and environment appear and disappear because of our impatience. They never fade away. Nothing ever fades away. We just push them to the periphery of our minds. They get temporarily clouded. Truly a great observation.
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Thanks again Ja...
What you said was real...

Just want to impart what I feel and what I have seen...
If we could just learn to be content of being our true selves. Learn to pull a bag full of happiness within our hearts in times of gloom and rainy days, then we won't be forever dependent from an external source...It would save us a lot of heartaches and negativity.
As my grandpa always used to say "Dear apo, you must remember nothing last forever but still we must be always grateful and thankful. No used of keeping secret grudges or resentment."
Aug 19, 2011
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by: Tanuja

Hi!
Its a nice poem! The alternate rhythmic cycles of our lives and environment appear and disappear because of our impatience. They never fade away. Nothing ever fades away. We just push them to the periphery of our minds. They get temporarily clouded. Truly a great observation.

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