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Wind, ow.

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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