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You’re blessed to find

the one who lures your soul.

Even the blue is blurred,

and the stars are myriad

He surprisingly sees you!

 

Lebana’s Tanka

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Nyctophile

The night is my comrade

While the sun slumbers,

I find concord in gazing at the stars,

and the tempting  golden moon.

A smile slips through my edges

As my mind and body marvels off.

The sound of silence deafens me

As the cold wind touches my skin.

Oh, I find love in this shadowy place,

it stretches my faith and courage.

 

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Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

                                                     

 

 

 

 

 

Be Thankful

Be thankful for your struggle for

without it you wouldn’t have stumbled

across your strength.

 

Be thankful for the darkness for

without it you wouldn’t have seen

 the stars.

 

Be thankful for the pain for without it

you wouldn’t have experienced

freedom.

 

Be thankful for the rain for without it

you wouldn’t have seen

 the rainbow.

 

 

Be thankful for the storm for without it

you wouldn’t have appreciated

 the sunshine.

 

Be thankful for your failures for without them

you wouldn’t have reached

success.

 

Be thankful for the little things for without them

you wouldn’t have shaped

  the big things.

 

Be thankful for goodbyes for without them

you wouldn’t have created

new beginnings.

 

 

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Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

Just Write!

Write until your sorrows turn into joys.

Write until your dreams turn into realities.

Write until your weaknesses turn into strengths.

Write until your hatred turns into fondness.

Write until your uncertainties turn into opportunities.

Write until days become nights.

Write until your black hair becomes white.

Write even if there’s nothing to write.

Write until it becomes natural as breathing.

Write until not writing makes you restless.

 

If you’ll not write now, when?

 

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Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

 

I’m a Pluviophile

I love the rain.

I love how it mollifies

my crumbling spirit,

mind, and physique.

I love how it softens

the silhouette of things.

I love how it overflows

the lakes, rivers, and seas.

I love how it kisses

the flowers and leaves.

I love how it satisfies

the thirst of the earth.

I love how it washes away

my uncertainties and fears.

I love how it gratifies

my yearnings and hollowness.

I simply love how it pours

just like your love, my dear!

Let me bathe in the rain!

 

Copyright ©  2017

Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

 

 

 

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