Empty hallways,
ghosts on a wine cellar...

I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...

Subtly,
its fragrance pervades the air...

Within
Cinnabar-filled...

I've heard loud silence of Manila lately,
and it is so sincere that whispers...

As happiness begins to vanish
under your Orchid firmament...

If I bury my poetry
underneath Manila skies...

I've never known
you will appear like...

Lately,
I can't...

Three Dandelions-
bent, teased by quaint Daffodils...

Gazing to lavender seas,
prairie wind...

A thousand
cherry blossom petals...