Fed
~~~~~~^^^^^^~~~~~~~
"This poem is not about what is written
But what is not written"
Sun has shone, glimpsing behind the clouds - EMPTY.
Tree grows at the sand,without any drop of water - DESERTED.
Butterflies survive without any single drop of nectar - THIRSTY.
A human is living without nothing - WORTHLESS.
Dwelling at nowhere - MISSING.
Dry air is what everything has - BEGGING.
Almost lifeless.
SORROW, NOTHINGNESS, HUNGRINESS - FELT.
BUT
LOVE had eaten the IMPOSSIBILITIES -
Coz' LOVE is the only FLOWER
That grows and blossoms
Without the aid of the SEASONS! ...
~~~~~~~~^^^^^~~~~~~~~
***JUN- JUN VILLANUEVA
****THE UNWRITTEN
***** JULY 02, 2011
|