A poem by Cristyl Jane Maramba.
Under my nipa hut
Where I live peacefully
There’s a kind of beauty
With a belied false compare.
Living to access
The things that I want
Where need to be insane
To reach the beauty’s era.
Thinking creative ideas
Is the way to be success
Where did I put my attention
Just to bet as one.
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