CLANK
His words whisper to you...
I know your life is spinning
so very much out of control...
Eyes of Blue
a Broken smile...
lean on me
don't be afraid...
THE FOLK OF MY GROUP
As little, as it was, it truly meant a lot...
ngaung tapos na
ang misyon ko sa inyo...
WHO IS TO JUDGE?
He survived, before he could leave us...
THE FEAR OF MY CHILDREN
The terror of my children...
THE SERVANT
I am, an instinctive slave...
Westley
He is only one year old and cute as can be, his...
Saintly my son
Much more handsome...
Before you read this poem it is very long
because I wrote this in Loop Poetry style...