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In the golden light of dawn, the kitchen gleams, Filled with scents that stir our dreams. A symphony of batter, gently spun,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
In Manila’s heart, where shadows waltz, Beneath the city’s gaze, in somber exalt, A tale unfurls of hunger’s fight, In the urban labyrinth of night.
In the deep, dim past where time roamed free, Where secrets ancient whisper in glee, Stood beasts of might, from land to sea,
Gondolas glide like whispers on Venice's canals, Where legends intertwine in timeless tales. Over the lapping waves, bridges stand tall,
Amidst the bustling day's relentless call, When tasks demand, and deadlines press in gall, There lies a quest, a dance both fine and rare,
In the halls of justice, where shadows dwell, Lies a system flawed, with tales to tell. Where scales once balanced now tilt askew,
Deep into the night, when darkness looms, Deep and shadowy, there is a forest. Murmurs float through the air at midnight,
As the Tuscan sun warmly embraces the earth, Amid verdant vineyards and graceful landscapes. In the paths taken by long-gone urban centers,
As the darkness falls, silhouettes move, In the depths of deceit, a story unfolds. A once-strong friendship, now aged twenty years,
Lost in the depths of night, fantasies were woven, The beginning of a life so fleeting, With fragile aspirations, lovers' souls bound,
As freedom and bravery wait in verdant meadows and vast seas, The Corps proudly stands, their hearts aflame, Guarding their honor, they protect their reputation.
