Song

Song short poem

‘As the sun gently leave this desert plain

With wistful silence in the twilight air

And birds softly close their sweet refrain

As they firmly rest in their evening lair

In the depths of this cloudy terrain

Where the skies shed like a darken flame

A distinct melody was heard again

To some distant houses where it came

Unseen by all, behind these rusted walls

My thoughts brought me to another world

Her voice like a thousand stars that fall

That kindles deeper than the twilight cold

As profound images fills my mind

It imparts a glow when I close my eyes

The wind will blow and to her lips will find

My tender kiss as I leave with a sigh.’

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Mr. Jesus Diaz Llorico hails from the beautiful province of Iloilo, Philippines. He was a former member of the Police Force in his hometown for a couple years and later on joined the Bureau of Fire Protection wherein he was assigned in several parts of the Visayas. He then decided to go abroad and work for 22 years in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and is now connected with the Prince Sultan Airbase in Al kharj. He is a regular contributor of the PANAY NEWS, a daily newspaper in the Visayas and the KABAYAN WEEKLY, one of the leading weekly newspaper in the United Arab Emirates. Working abroad, away from his native land and loved ones, it is in writing poetry that Jesus finds comfort in times of solitude in a foreign land.
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Rhymes from the heart that loves. Love beats in rhythmic assonance with the heart, to conjure a poem or a song.

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