HABIT
tonight,
i shall wash the city off my face and
wipe its
towers away
i will take off my clothes besmirched
by teh reproving eyes of the world
and naked,i shall comb my hair
dreadlocked
by careless urban fiddling
then,
i will put on my robe of innocnece
and become again what i am in
mornings -
a mystery that will be later on
unlocked.
Friday, August 20, 2004
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2 comments:
hayy toll...mashado na tong poetic...ang tikas...
-rachelle
Naks namaaaannnn.... Lupit nito ah!
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