I write because I read. I read because I write.
ebb and flow goes the salty, blue sea, how many seashells has it robbed from thee? may they be conch filled with your childhood dreams, or the prayers of your aged-mind’s streams, may they be shell-hearts you’ve always long to hold, too sharp to touch, too tough to mold, or perhaps a silent wish your… Continue reading wait on wheat
My rubber shoes are soaked with rain. My hungry stomach is now in pain. I was drowned in the sea of noise made of my schoolmates' giggles and words shared with their friends and parents as well as the sound of the car tires against the water-kissed road. The sun's about to be eaten by… Continue reading The Chant
My no may mean wait. So my child, just keep the faith. — 06.05.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash Have a blessed Sunday, everyone! ❤
Kaulayaw For years I’ve been wondering, if love for me is coming, until now I am still waiting, for someone who’ll define love’s meaning. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 17 – Kaulayaw.
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