It is evening. Outside,
the sound of a cricket
is more audible
than silence.
It is true:
the saddest thing
in this world is lying
down on bed, alone, listening
to its song,
floating in resonance
with the whimper of wind,
leaves and twigs,
as if having
a language of its own
to speak. There,
now, the darkest
night becoming the bluest.
As if its tone,
single like its syllable,
has many words to teach
about loneliness
that is just
as silent and miserable
as caressing a pillow,
lightly, enough to hold
the weight of tears.
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Gino Dolorzo just finished his bachelor’s degree at Xavier University Ateneo de Cagayan.
An intricately-woven literary masterpiece!
Started off with a common scenario, simple, raw. Details were later on added; clarity has been laid-out easily as line per line run through. Then a persuading, heartfelt depth of emotions ended it with a striking blast!
This isn’t a hyperbole.
I’d rather label my comment as realia.
Congratulations, Gino! Keep up hitting that pen and ink! (well in this case, letter keys.)
An intricately-woven literary masterpiece!
Started off with a common scenario, simple, raw. Details were later on added; clarity has been laid-out easily as line per line run through. Then a persuading, heartfelt depth of emotions ended it with a striking blast!
This isn’t a hyperbole. I’d rather label my comment as realia. Congratulations, Gino! Keep up hitting that pen and ink! (well in this case, letter keys.)
An intricately-woven literary masterpiece! Started off with a common scenario, simple, raw. Details were later on added; clarity has been laid-out easily as line per line run through. Then a persuading, heartfelt depth of emotions ended it with a striking blast!
This isn’t a hyperbole. I’d rather label my comment as realia. Congratulations, Gino! Keep up hitting that pen and ink! (well in this case, letter keys.)
Seriously, I know that feel T.T
The like the imagery, remembered a fragment of my childhood.