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 Elena's Humming Soul


The contour of light

seems endless, 

stealthily passing through 

the dim, the thick wooden bridge 

trod for centuries, soft ballads

blending with the wind

and those fallen leaves or has it basked 

in silence,

the unprecedented rendezvous

for old souls beneath the silvery moon.
Wherefore art those

pens inking from the beating 

of hearts,

or schemy joust of

the minds?

Are they named…

Are they loved…

or never–at all.


By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2024

Date Presented: February 27, 2024



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