Cory Aquino
a toss of Roses amongst the flowers, fragrance
and unassuming smell capture the infinite
perfume of the wind, the only mirror of the precious
gems of this century, where honesty strengthen the
People Power to live and curtail poverty amidst
an abundance of riches touches the few
as the grass felt on the ground every eyes close
to find that the mouth is empty, what then
the force of the majority that hole the secret of hope
to fight against the powerful hierarchy of the elite,
yet with the breathe of pure and scented canticle of
faith, as the whole become the particle of what life has
to live in the towering heart of aspiration leave by
the spirit of love
a simple lady with only have the arm to hold
the cross, a gesture of nobody whom everybody finds
the easy way to die, boundless desire to give as the
rainbow ready to close at the end of the night, the
small hand of the clock whose purpose is to lift up the
second into a minute to reach and complete the hour
of the day
honor gives nothing to the dust, as the water turn
the soil to breathe, here a fair humble heart, sharing
the gift of love, just to let the sky open, even a
teardrops of blood come not to remorse for no one in
the clouds of prestige, envy the start of the race as it’s
open to find the deepest songs to live in accordance
with the given time of praise
this is the moment of where everything says
and waits for nothing but a gift of witnessing becomes
the will to believe that life is something to give up in
order to live and die, for nothing in the face of eye
wait the soul to die again, a radiating presence of the
gate of everlasting life anchor in sincerity of giving
back of what is given
be the scented spirit of Corazon Aquino the lady of
the hour ready to die for other to live ……
“A poem dedicated to the Anniversary death of President Corazon Aquino”
poem by Antonio Liao
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