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written by: Sonny Temblor



The afternoon blue refused to speak
These eyes so deep entwine a grief
I tasted tears in salt and gray
My heart adrift on lukewarm tea

This Sunday still reminds of light
But dirge is felt so dim as night
The downbeat tone that lulls the ears
The waterfalls that blind thy sight

The dirty shelves with withered dust
Remind of yesteryears of lily was

Sonny Temblor

Sonny Temblor

I am a content specialist who has a strong penchant in literary works especially in poetry. My body of work is an output of my kaleidoscopic imagination.
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