What is it
About the shape of a lady
That whispers
To me a quiet story
Of love, of fear
Of dreams and fragility
What is it
About the geography
Of a woman
That sings
A bittersweet melody,
A gentle garmet
That reins in any stallion
(Incomplete, but this poem came to my mind some time ago while I wandered the streets of Manila. I'm sure I can do a better job, but I just liked the way this half-baked fantasy waylaid my thoughts.)
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