4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...

Have you grown fond of times like this?
When the twilight is soulful...

This is a lonely hallway,
but I have walked on this...

To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...

On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...

If I bury my poetry
underneath Manila skies...

My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...

A thousand
cherry blossom petals...

Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...

Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...

Sitting across each other
on the jeepney...

Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...