When The Grain Is Golden and The Wind Is Chilly Then it is Time To Harvest (Nick Carbo Poems)
Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papayaDala-dala'y buslo', sisidlan ng bungaIn a dusty village in Cagayan Valley,Ramon and his father were planting ...
Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papayaDala-dala'y buslo', sisidlan ng bungaIn a dusty village in Cagayan Valley,Ramon and his father were planting ...
Oh, come, Beloved, before my beauty fades, Pity the sorrow of my loneliness.I am a Rosebush that the Cypress shades, No sunbeams ...
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
It's my lunch hour, so I gofor a walk among the hum-coloredcabs. First, down the sidewalkwhere laborers feed their dirtyglistening ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
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