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Monday, September 30, 2019

The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun
Melchor F. Cichon

The rising sun
Turns into sunset
Each time I recall those moments
When we watched the breaking of dawn
As we celebrated our first meeting;
The passionate kisses we had
While dreaming of our rainbow.
It’s like being bitten by a hundred red ants
When I remember those moments we shared
At Boracay Beach.
Now heavy rain is pouring
In my room.

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