By DYMPHNA PINEDA
As the sun transforms
into a magnificent scintillation,
And the seagull mourns
the day’s inexorable cessation,
I wonder why
everything passes and goes.
From the zenith of the sky
to the most trivial low…
Yes, how sweetly hurting
To forget and to be forgotten
But the universe is always turning
To spell out ” all that has been”
…TIME flies…
but YOU … remain…
