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Page no. 25
(for Ma'am Ethel)
by
Clifford Marshal Ablaza
Empty deck of cards with faded colors
held by a Hand that throws the future
in the solitaire of Life, of seasons;
we fold the improbable (the indecisions)
for the choices are not ours
nor own the sands that hold the hours.
Then can we gather back the early-blooms
when the endless silence fills the room
and scatter them into the sea's unfathomed depth
in the flow of the sweet scent of breath.
And then take one chance in Time
of witnessing the most divine
the courage to forgive man's faults
and take them with them to heaven's halls
only to bring the angels down
and uplift the heart's sorrowful moan.
And can we walk to the edge, to let go
of the weight that life has brought to know
for that end is merely the end,
the road's most constant bend
in that long mile that we journey
to touch and feel, to open and see
that though we cannot look beyond that cup
we must drink until that fountain stops
that we may take a glance once more
into that strange and faceless shore
where, in that stream, that corner of Heaven,
we must take that which is given
only to surrender to that great flood
when we take our final solitude.
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Behind Her Smile
by
Mary Jane Carayag
A face you can see everyday
Sitting right over there
Her heart is filled with tear -
Through the window it is clear.
A girl so sweet when she smiles -
But behind her smiles she cries.
Surely, you should know why
And she tries to laugh and lie.
Red roses for a blue and sweet girl
These pretty flowers chase her blues away.
Gnawed by the murmuring sound
For she gets hurt day by day.
She idolized him
To whom her heart adores
For her there's no other one
But the only one.
I'm sorry, sweet girl,
Somebody else is taking your place.
Somebody else now shares his embrace
But, go on with the smile on your face.
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