i thought i had crossed the mountain.
when i realized i am just on a valley
halfway or more to the top
a mountain with slope many won't bear to climb
for the plains below are better
as sweet as the breeze of april
the top mingles with clouds
freezing or dazzling
i don't know
i don't even know
if there is such one
and if i ever manage to
i would never come back
even if the other side
kills me in scorching heat
i cry with guilt
di ako maka get over.. thats all.
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