Palangga, Beloved
.
langga, before I go,
could we watch
the afterglow?
it won't take long
I'll be a half-
forgotten song.
slowly setting sun,
soothing sweet,
its end has begun.
brightly beaming,
sadly sighing,
its light now dying.
softly seething sky,
blazing burst of
colors draws a sigh.
flaming clouds on high,
sun's farewell,
langga, goodbye!
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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