Maxwell Dream
19 August 2005
a dreamer with no dreams
abled to see but without vision,
a tiring maze of labyrinth life
facing dead-end one after the other,
finally, losing one's self in nature's flow.
the agitation that status quo brings
awakens the dead spirit.
from ashes the phoenix shall ablaze,
flap thy flaming wings,
leaving burnt traces to my destiny fulfilled.
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jackie viernes upvc app05
grbe 2 medyo deep ha! but it sounds soothing..hehe mdyo slow na ko sa poems zowee! kc 1st yr 1st sem pa ko nag creative writing e n 2.75 lng ako dun! nweyz, mron pa nmn ako naalala dun. d poem has a good rythm. wen u read it its lyk a ballerina dancing very slowly but with uncertainty and confusion. prang masaya xia pro melancholy pa rn ang dting. mdyo malabo yta comen ko. bsta po. in short nice poem.hehehe
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