A TRAGIC TRYST

(Walking along Vito Cruz)

That one lovely night caused to start
The roars within my fatal heart
Creating a thundering sound
Blasting every 'lil thing around
In the midst of a low, shrill cry
Over a lightning in the sky
The cold wind swishing and moaning
Tears dripping and lips shivering
Your fingers slipped like white sand
As we walk the end of the strand.

 

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