“kuya, why do you like to write a lot of poetry?” I asked my brother
“in just one day you can finish five to six poems.” I continued, while he was writing another poem.
A few seconds passed but he still kept writing as if he didn't hear anything.
“you almost spend all day writing poems.” I added
he stopped writing and looked at the papers he had finished writing poems on.
a few seconds passed before he moved and returned his gaze to what he was writing but he did not continue his writing yet.
“this is the only way I can never forget her,
to be continued. . .
©thrnfrost
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