eric parungao Biography

No echoing voice of greetings,
No sound of music playing.

No sharing of moving thoughts
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On the short course of time…
A flower may wither… and dies;
Just like many promises.
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I said,
“Hey, you…
Listen to me! ”
But you
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You came into my silence,
And I allow you to let in.
You ask me for something,
And that’s the start of everything.
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