By: Saerys
Graphics by: John Aaron U. Marasigan
Photo by: Mary Lesley A. Beriña
Render me speechless when one's desire has been taken
In a dream, dressed in white, it's pure, it’s warm.
Everything is dark in my prison but curtains fall with the wind that blows your face.
Locked were the doors, but I forgot my window was open.
And when it rained, droplets escaped on the floor, making a watercress.
I never noticed, but my heart demands no less.
Every raindrop was a reflection, a liberation,
Which you and I possess, an adoration I confess.
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