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by Frankly Bilayan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 11:02 PM
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Oh, but what is this ?

The fallen fruit has decomposed

Revealing seeds,

Laying on the ground

Soon time passed and it sprouted life

A new tiny green plant emerged

 ....Repeating the cycle again...

 

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by Frankly Bilayan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 10:44 PM
Anyone in the world

Soon the tree have come to its peak

It growed it's fruits, ripened by time

Animals came to feast on it

And soon the ripened fruits can't be seen any longer

Just a tree with leaves now

Time passed, the once majestic tree has now withered bearing its last fruits and soon meeting its end

It's last fruit has now fallen to the ground

The tree have died, becoming a piece of old wood

 

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by Frankly Bilayan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 10:20 PM
Anyone in the world

An unknown thing, carried by the wind,

Landing at the soil

Rain comes and time passed,

And soon a tiny green plant emerged 

Years goes on,

The once little plant is now a majestic tree

Long roots permitting to the ground, large stem growing toward the sky and green lushy leaves covering the sun

   

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by Maureen Ivy Balanza - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 9:51 PM
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Higher walls starts to breakdown

Biggest mistake, you don't know

Getting yourself intro trouble 

I'm no angel nor a saviour

Maybe you're worth fighting for.

 

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by Maureen Ivy Balanza - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 9:41 PM
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Been dropping hints 

But an angelic ignorance made its way

Thinking it's nothing or maybe not

Too attached with something else 

Just thinking about it makes me hopeless.

 

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[ Modified: Thursday, 22 February 2024, 10:50 PM ]
 
by Jherren lee Doculan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 9:19 PM
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1st Post: BEAUTY

2nd Post: THE WILTED FLOWER

3rd:   THE UNFORTUNATE DESTINY

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by Jherren lee Doculan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 9:03 PM
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One sunny day and a colorful flowers sway 

By the wind blows strongly

Its aroma is making me feeling free 

There are bees enjoying their day

As they fill their colony with honey 

When the day ends the insects will come into play

NEXT:THE WILTED FLOWER

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by Jherren lee Doculan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 8:59 PM
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Attracted by its colorful beauty 

The caterpillar start to eat continuously

Filling its small body with a treat so tasty 

Once full they sleep longer than a day 

Covering their selves with thread so silky 

Once the time has come it will show its majestic beauty 

The flower felt angry as she starts to decay 

But the butterfly flies free

NEXT:THE UNFORTUNATE DESTINY

PREVIOUS POST:BEAUTY

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by Jherren lee Doculan - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 8:51 PM
Anyone in the world

As the butterfly roam so free

Enjoying the beautiful scenery

Not knowing its destiny

That she has now become a prey

By a mighty and smart canary

But soon by a coyote

By its speed and technique to catch its prey

But with unfortunate destiny

Poor coyote was stuck in a spiky tree

The flies laid their eggs and fly away

As the maggots devour the lifeless coyote

The soil will become fertile and the plants will be happy

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by Jackson Delrosario - Wednesday, 21 February 2024, 8:09 PM
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Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man when he came back to us, a sinful creature, pale and wan. Down would he sit; and without strength or power look for a common grass from hour to hour: and oftentimes, how long I fear to say, whre apple-trees in blossom made a bower, retired in that sunshiny shade he lay; and like a naked indian, slept himself away.

 

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