Poetry by | September 16, 2012

Gossamer strings converge
Playing a sound
That can not be heard
But felt by the heart that pounds
Against a wall
A silken lair
A creature dangles in the air,
And descends, small but deadly.
The moth draws its last breath.

Ram is a 4th year BSEd major in English at the Ateneo de Davao University.

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