Diamond Rose
I don't know who she is, but when I saw her fetching water in a blue container with a little kid near the concrete waiting shed at Alorma, Palayan City, at around 7:35, she was as beautiful as a diamond rose decorated with diamond itself, that even gold does not deserve to grace her beauty.
But sadly, my heart was taken in dormant for almost 8 years now, from a place faraway beyond sea, by a maiden of her equal.
December 22, 2023, PST, SPC
While riding my red beauty
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