Fabian Puga

We don't know how long the battle against COIVD-19 will last, but hope springs eternal, right

“Hope springs eternal in every human breast”

And inch by inch my heart burns into ashes grey.

For long I stay,

Things can be best enjoyed in a leisurely way;

Coming for miles and miles, alone I mount and sigh,

I croon and gaze from Homesick Terrace high;

The pipes and strings do hasten spring not to delay

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Can I be gay?

Wine cup in hand, I see spring off in vain

Song of Southern Country

Out if it’s north or south by and by.

Lying drunk ‘neath old vines, I can’t make

And swiftly melts in azure sky.

Flying cloud in face turns to dragon or snake.

And hear hundreds of orioles sing.

Deep, deep along the stream I go

The slender beauty's dressed in emerald all about;