Day Grows Like Flower
Day grows like flower,
yet it sways like tare;
it taunts me-
a clueless identity
wrapped
in yesterday. Ah, too many
yesterdays, all became
of me. I traveled
them, differently.
‘Though my spirits are
like dodos, still they
aim not the path, where a bough of spring
never shines as I plead.
Yes, tomorrow is yet
to bloom, for us to fulfil...
perhaps, a dream.
And, if it could come true, then mine is
not to dream a dream, which is not mine!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2010
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