Tuesday, August 5, 2014

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Leave silently as the fog fades with the morning light
Go swiftly as the wings of doves in their hurried flight
And never again look back for a glimpse of me asleep
For I might wake up to your going, and then I will weep.
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Cynthia Buhain-baello
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Cynthia Buhain-baello

Cynthia Buhain-baello

Manila, Philippines
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