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“Honeydew Rose” – Makati, 04 April 2016

in quiet
hours
whiled away
in silent
rooms,
contemplating
a beauty
fleeting
fragile
frail
falling apart
almost as
soon
as eyes
rest their
gaze
upon it.

here now
gone later –
almost
in the
blink
of one’s
eye –
leaving but
a memory
soft
sweet
sad
as the
song
you sing
into my
ear.

a rose
for thoughts;
a rose
for words;
all wilting
all crumbling
all decaying
before
our eyes
leaving naught
behind
save the
spirit
in which
a rose
was plucked
was picked
was given.

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Author:

Midge started her career in PR writing at seventeen when she began drafting documentaries for a government-run television station in the Philippines. Since then, she made a career in advertising and public relations which ended earlier this year. These days, she works for a corporate governance advocacy in Makati. Aside from what she does for a living and her poetry, she has turned her home kitchen into a personal culinary lab and is currently working on another novel.

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