"i shall haunt you, o my lost one, as the twilight haunts a re-entangled trail, and your dreams will linger strangely with the music of a phantom lover's tale. you shall not forget, for i am past forgetting. i shall come to you again with the starlight and the scent of wild champacas, and the melody of rain. you shall not forget. dust will peer into your window, tragic-eyed and still, and unbidden, startle you into remembrance with its hand upon the sill." a poem by ANGELA MANALANG-GLORIA
Sunday, August 05, 2007
to a lost one
"i shall haunt you, o my lost one, as the twilight haunts a re-entangled trail, and your dreams will linger strangely with the music of a phantom lover's tale. you shall not forget, for i am past forgetting. i shall come to you again with the starlight and the scent of wild champacas, and the melody of rain. you shall not forget. dust will peer into your window, tragic-eyed and still, and unbidden, startle you into remembrance with its hand upon the sill." a poem by ANGELA MANALANG-GLORIA
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