To see a World in a grain of Sand and Heaven in a wildflower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour... William Blake
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It's been awhile, since I said hello, thanks for the tag too. The holiday season in once again started over here. Thanksgiving was yesterday, but my family and I are celebrating today. 
the poems amazed me alot talaga. I wish to read more of your poems Kudos... for sure I'll chck this website everynow and then 
For two years and eight months he left home in search of another. A home that will cradle the secret longings of his heart. The longings that's often mis-understood.
His mother once told him that if he is to love, the way a person like him needs to, never bring it inside her roof. And he never did.
His heart left the house while the physical son remained. The "I" that lives inside of him lived somewhere else.
But he has to come back to the house his heart left behind. The home of his heart sent him away. Overstaying. "Hindi ka na dapat umuwi dito"... and maybe he will. It's time to leave this place behind...it's a long way home, home somewhere, i guess.
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