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The roses of the Philippines stretch across Manila Street, bursting with the vanity of summer rain: cardinal and cinnamon, damask, wine, vermillion â the patchwork mask of Harlequin in a parade*
He wooâs the lady with his dance, like your thorny eloquence â I wish for things I cannot ask of you to say.
I count the days from then to this: when you woke me with a kiss â to the day when I wonât miss you like I do today.
How will I know when to let it go, let it fall as soft as snow, maybe then.
How will I know when Iâm over you, when tears give way to something new, maybe then Iâll love again.
I dig the earth upon my knees, geraniums and peonies, lavender and rosemary to fill the hours.
Planting roots to catch and start and distract my hurting heart, surrendering to the art of blooming flowers.
How will I know when to let it go, let it fall as soft as snow, maybe then, maybe then. Maybe Iâll know when Iâm over you, when tears give way to something new, and maybe then Iâll love again.
And so the petals bloom and fade, curling up in morning shade, I still wish for words Iâll never hear you say.
I count the days from then to this â when you woke me with a kiss â to the day when I wonât miss you like I do today.
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