Admin's Note:
This poem is profoundly meaningful. The author has eloquently expressed everything there is about life that expectations are not meet as we desire of them. Like clouds, we float and wander. The beauty and its ugliness depict the flow of our living as they project themselves in the sky. This is one great reflection of life: past, present and the present coming.
Photos supplied by me.
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By Jeffrey Cejero
There are nights where the moon and the stars
Are hidden by clouds just like wounds and scars.
There's nothing to see except darkness,
Nothing to feel except coldness and emptiness.
Not every sunrise opens with a hopeful blast.
There are mornings where the shades of the past
Are still trapped in clouds of shadow,
Just like a bleeding heart still pierced through by an arrow.
There are days where clouds bring storm and rain,
Where the sky cries in agonizing pain,
Where tribulations almost drowned life to death,
But still, it's able to maintain its breath.
But there won't be spectacular sunsets
Without these clouds once full of regrets.
The last rays of the sun look amazingly beautiful
All because of these clouds that make the sky wonderful.
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Author's Footnote:
Just want you to know
That I still love you!
Pictures used are by Mam Maria Nemy Lou Rocio. Thank you so much po 🥰
Thank you Migrant Writers of Hong Kong for the effort and opportunity. iloveuAll
This video means a lot to me. It's my first time that my poem is brought to life through a beautiful video and this poem actually is my most favorite I composed in 2022. I feel a very strong connection and it really catches my heart. Tumatak tlga sa puso ko ang video na to!
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3 June 2023
