Okay I'm kidding with the title. Actually this poem has no title just yet, and I was just teasing my good friend, the author, about it. She asked me if I understood the poem, which I fluidly replied
francis_ian: poems are not meant to be understood...rather they are to evoke emotion, feelings that author wanted to express
francis_ian: in other words..hindi
francis_ian: hehehehe
Seriously now, I think the poem is good. It is worth a read.
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My head have circles of imaginations…
Full of laughter memories and tears
Every now and then I have a hologram of you..
An image without flesh and bones..
My dreams were stolen with your presence…
Occupied with the warmth of your breath…
Caught with the smell of your clothes
Torn between the goodness of your soul…
I heed myself underneath my pillows..
With tears full of worries that I may be alone
This can be a trauma of me being in solitary..
I am a heresh, a serviente this is my duty…
I may be left by inhabitants here…
But I will be at the side of someone I couldn’t see or hear…
A spirit who brought me in fidelity…
Who gave me a promise of joy and harmony…
