Poem by: Eden S Trinidad
Can we say the Aves are glad?
When they start to flap their wings
and seemed to hum to greet us?
Have men found the meaning of life?
When they amass Solomon’s mine?
Will we live for eternity?
It’s not by accident our ink flows,
Living alone in a digital world
and ought to cross the borders.
Let not reasons run dry,
Let an enigmatic song
be sanctified for someone each day.