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Nothing, but
faded memories to mark
the shapes and signs- painted
along forgotten walls, scattered
fragments- lost in time.
Footprints and bits of
broken bytes sketched within
tapestry’s lines; the home of faded
accolades- a place for ebbing
souls- a shrine.
Long, empty
stares without a sight;
dashes and glimpses flashed
in and out-remnants and bits of
simple pleasures, the real
treasures- once
deprived.
Mirages- offered
sacrifice- packets of thoughts, of
dreams denied; scrawled in
planes and hidden slopes;
yearnings- immortalized
by time.
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[*reposted- this one is simply "descriptive" in essence... ]
ie gram
(mirage)
looking at picture frame
tricky shadows came
lady holding tapestry
is waiting, maybe for honey
above an eye gazing pretty
beautiful faces cheek to cheek
woman’s lips and nose on left
people marching up a ladder
to a door, could be bunker
two holes above is just grim
could be a sign of nearing end
things could just happened
clear silhuettes on a poem
woman walking on a arrow
towards a cute home below
an igorot hut i do know
why two arrows a long shot
and a woman cut in half
i could be right a guess
and i’m really enjoying this
*** first and second stanza
is a woman, third and fourth
arrows, last one is igorot
hut…hmmmm, anybody home?
sorry, i saw it.
Your imagination amazes me Manong eugene,
. More, 
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