Maris Warrior Tuazon Poet Free verse

One of My Rues

If only I could bring back the days
when I was twenty-one,
and could choose
who I wanted to be with
until eternity,
I would definitely pick a poet.

A poet:

who could make brown leaves
into green,
who could bloom drought dried
flowers,
who could make haunted woods
a castle,
who could change my tears to
sweetwater,
who could dance words through
my face,
who could sail me in sloops of
smiles,
thru his pure loving poems;

but my rue is too futile--
these are wasteful wishes
can't be granted just reverie,
for it's more harder now
and hurtful to twist.

If only I could bring back the days...

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