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Fragments of a Soul [Compilation]
Fragments of a Soul [Compilation]
Copyright © April 2007 Arnel Oroceo, an Official Entry to the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation for Literature All Rights Reserved by the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation
It’s amazing how a figure can be hewn from a tree!
How a hand is gifted with such artistry!
Even more amazing is the tongue with its rhetoric;
It can place a timber on top of candlesticks!
A chasm separates the truth from the lie,
One must prove if he’s honest or a sly,
For words have been used to play with emotion,
Words can be hewn for manipulation.
A lifetime passes so swiftly,
It’s too short to have everything constantly,
What a waste to let it go down the drain,
If you’ll forego the vow with an interminable claim.
More than a lifetime, my heart I’ll bestow,
Upon him who has the wisdom to know,
That love is more than what life can give,
But what you make out of this life that we live.
My heart melts in such eloquence,
That I could no longer show any pretense,
Silly as it may seem to sound this way,
I’m scared that my love will just be thrown away.
If only the wind has the power of speech,
Then your plight could have long been breached,
I could have called on it to whisper to your ears,
What might have had freed you from your fears.
If I could pick up every rose that can be sought,
Carefully weave them into a thought,
And each thought into a soul-woven discourse,
Roses would be few to bring out its colors.
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