by James Earn Ablaza Esperida on Saturday, January 29, 2011 at 9:44am
January 5, 2011
10:40 am
January 5, 2011
10:40 am
I have been here like a vagrant soul
entwined within this cradle.
I would wink, wake and dawdle,
and find life miserable.
Almost wearied of traveling,
of letting go the inhibition;
yet come upon the fortune
like less ordinary thing.
Entrapped in these travails,
the downcast of mellow tone.
Arts is there, skill is gone;
papers and wit are futiles.
May this whim try to stop
and submit the pain at ease.
Hope for a bit of peace
when I go off.
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