Future, a Desolating Future(Part 2)
the sweet sun is bound to rest-
to melt is the tomorrow of the glaciers;
wither will be the daffodil, though at her best
to cry is the future of our laughters...
Copyright © Jazer Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2008
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