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A few days before this moment, online weather forecast reported not just rainfall but a thunderstorm. More than half of June was eaten by the summer sun, it should not be surprising if the Philippines' monsoon is here to take its part of the pie. Still, palm to palm, my love and I send whispers… Continue reading our shining moment: a haibun
You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of… Continue reading wish come true
I remember how your photos would spark the poet in me, how your shots are like muses that breathed life to my poetry. How you sprinkled my poems with your kind words, generously. How in each exchange of message I’ve got to know the man behind the camera, the man so composed and so inspiring,… Continue reading excerpt 1: the vow
Feet floating on notes of a love song we call ours, with blooms of baby's breath tuck in between my dark hair strands, each step I make will lead me towards the end of my life; the start of ours. Take my hand, it's now all yours, my love. — 08.09.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer.… Continue reading Soon
We are like north and south, light and dark, sweet and sour, moon and sun. Until our opposite worlds were united by love, a relationship was made, inside God's hands. A journey with rough patches, taught us acceptance and forgiveness. Through His words we're blessed to be here. After fervent prayers, our life together is… Continue reading Gift of Vow
Caressing pure, pristine petals as she swings up and down. Later these will be showered to her best friend wearing her dream white wedding gown. None knows she carries the first child, the grinning groom wants to hide. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ben Rosett In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three… Continue reading The Bridesmaid’s Secret
The yellow car was welcomed by the flock of frowning, peeking humans waiting inside the old church. This occasion is usually painted in pure white, a contrast to the auto parked in front of the door that’s just very bright. But the bride seated inside is as jolly as the color of the sun, so… Continue reading Odd Choice
If his hand is a tiled floor, a lot would accidentally fall. “Chill, love.” I assured him Dad will be delighted to know her first princess is finally engaged. But his hand, which gripped mine nervously, is so wet with his sweat. “So what’s the big news?”Dad asked as he take his seat. “Sir. Uhm,… Continue reading The Empty Box
Makeup, done. White dress, check. I’m ready. “Bye mom! Bye Dad!” I said as I went out of our house. I checked my phone for his message. None, yet. Suddenly, a black BMW stopped in front of me. Out came three muscular men, rushing, dressed in rugged black shirts, covered with black shades. “Don’t scream,”… Continue reading Quite Like You: A Song-based Fiction
My task is simple. Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m. I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts. —— We finally gave our final kisses. This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears. I… Continue reading The Yellow Bus
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