Sand Tempera

Ours was a painting on the shore.
Expunged by the waves afore.
Memories now lie beneath the sand.
Yet, on an empty canvas, I couldn’t begin again.

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A Stipendium Hungaricum Scholar from the Philippines and is currently obtaining a bachelor's degree in Chemical Engineering at the University of Debrecen, Hungary. A poet, a writer, and an aspiring photographer.

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