Transients
Cowered, I live unto thee
Prostrate in submission to the Almighty
Time is transient as they walk in envy
For all these I say, is fitted to a “T”
To create a stir, a place within me
Oh, how foolish the world is
With its fumble and tumble
As one hurdles temper amidst the trouble
But what is beauty to a scar
That live in testament of this transient time
Echoing and calling to remember
This hungry lips to shiver
We did it…...
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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