This is perhaps my personal favorite out of all my poems. It's not so much the writing style or the content as it is the vivid images and memories it elicits in my mind. Everytime I read it I remember that day - well a highly romanticized version of that day - when I was strolling along one of the streets of UP Diliman. *sigh* Good times... good times...
Sunday, 4th December 2005
Firetrees
Summer ignites
life and love
with its rekindling warmth
Flaming flowers bloom
Orange and reds
Embers on emeralds
Steps upon the pavement
of raconteur chroniclers
Friends sharing lives
A heart is set ablaze
screaming unheard whispers
of its painful joys
But winds blow away flowers
And rains can quell a blaze
The silence of a constant pitter-
patter upon the gray
But echoes remain in the trees
of memories and longing
The winds whisper them to me
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