There she waits by her window,
gazing up at the velveteen summer sky,
searching for her favorite bituin,
Only the kuliglig replies—
The quintessential tune of summer.
Despite herself, she smiles,
happy with the fact that
the sound fills the night air,
drowning out her own thoughts.
Anything is better than silence.
kuliglig—cicada, or can also be crickets here
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2012
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