Lifeless Joel Buensalida Welcomed by a sound so loud Speaker projects like a cloud Nine winks took eight-hour sleep Less than yesterday’s naptrip Points falling down like a rain Bow and arrow sign in the brain Stormy outside the weather’s bad Boy in him agaping so sad Then a siren blinded the eye Sight of…
Tag: Something Unsung
Something Unsung: Life
Life Joel Buensalida Life is a game you play everyday It’s either winning or losing on the way A game wherein you have to follow some law Of playing fair or dirty with arrows and bow Sometimes you’re flying high up in the sky Sometimes you’re falling hard with a long sigh You’ll never know…
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