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Abundio Noel Migriño Libot

Abstract Fantasy

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Abundio Noel Migriño Libot

Abstract Fantasy

Mysterious Gal

Mysterious Gal

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One Saturday morning

I was driving my car,

Going somewhere too far,

Finding for the meaning

Of my very own being,

Looking self from afar.


Then, later, a girl came,

A stranger as I thought,

Yet heart of mine was caught.

She was calling my name,

Like a coach in my game,

A direction she taught.


Yet I went nearer,

She smiled to disappear


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