Alone With My Sobs
My existence in this world
is obviously not to laugh
but to cry...
~~
The CD player plays
a mellow music,
I can see the munia birds
resting on the window grill.
I don't know exactly
what they are listening to:
Is it the lovely lyrics of the song
or the sobbing of my heart?
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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