• raile_railey 5w

    A Rose beneath the canopy

    Let her sway with the wintry black firmament
    Along with the prism of this moonbeam
    In this deafening thunder and serene torment
    She died with thy lonesome words and hymn

    Beneath the foliage of this old oak tree,
    Lies the rimester's last missing piece
    For thee– the lovelorn's ethereal symphony
    A sonnetto, filled with her withered bliss.

    Beneath the ashen old oak's canopies
    A rose painted with pale hue of sanguine
    The last reminiscence of my forlorn love to thee
    With my despair to meet you at the edge of this auld lang syne.


    #filipino poet

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    A rose beneath the canopy