By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
I meant to steal a glance but my eyes were stolen,
My head held with grace, I went solemn.
Standing before its engraving beauty,
I kneel, as though, I served her majesty.
Clouds above, gripping the sky
I lied down, letting out a relived sigh.
Such peace, I want to forever hold,
As the morals I learned, that they once told.
So sudden I ponder, with thoughts so brazen,
As I stare at the flowers, a bloom with haven.
Useless questions break and build me,
A cycle like life, just once within me.
