7 Minutes Ago
written by: Chún Xuán Yu
The horizon emerges when the sun rises and shines,
Horizon is where the sea kisses the sky,
A freshly bloomed rose fell and stumbled,
My affection for you is more than weighted gold.
Your hair is curled, like an uprising spring,
When I looked at you, I saw a fresh summer,
When you’re far away, my thoughts fall like leaves,
By the time your shape was gone, I felt winter had come.
Chún Xuán Yǔ or XY is a senior year student at Camarines Norte State College. He enjoys being both innovative and practical, which enables him to bridge gaps, participate in, and chair leadership initiatives. He desires to pursue higher educational attainment. He employs a subtle technique in his writing that is often in plain sight, allowing for a play on hindsight.
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