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From an unpublished (as of now) poem of Merlie Alunan entitled love story (just an excerpt, mind you).
I had meant to tell you
something
something small
like a pearl,
something frail like
moon on lake water
...
once when I
had shaped the sound
I turn again to tell you
with the word on my lips
and are you
there to hear it
'la lang.
I had meant to tell you
something
something small
like a pearl,
something frail like
moon on lake water
...
once when I
had shaped the sound
I turn again to tell you
with the word on my lips
and are you
there to hear it
'la lang.