UP Chapel grounds, Diliman QC
I stepped on flowers as the summer ends,
And heard them talk like departing friends;
They were once the fire of a proud tall tree,
And now cinders to a poet like me.
And heard them talk like departing friends;
They were once the fire of a proud tall tree,
And now cinders to a poet like me.
Home, Sweet Home with Nature, AVR
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