Life is not a coincidence. It is a reflection of you.
Visage on the water lighted by moon,
Reminiscing "black death" of noon,
Should she blame thee for misfortunes,
To walk in life's pathways in tunes.
Left intoxicated of a true love's potion,
Mended by a lover, and without caution,
Happenstance grabbed with no hesitation,
Life and love spent with their cruel intentions.
Visage on the water lighted by moon,
Remember not the plague of noon,
Nor blame thee for your misfortunes,
Walk the pathways in or out of tunes.
Hold it not with the sorrows of yesterday,
Instead, leave such pains and begin today,
Rival not the twists and turns of fate,
As Heaven will judge upon its holy gate.
Visage on the water lighted by moon,
Look blissfully upon the blessings of noon,
Embrace your eagerly made misfortunes,
And walk the pathways in or out of tunes.
By Ida Faye Lumangtad
Visage on the water lighted by moon,
Reminiscing "black death" of noon,
Should she blame thee for misfortunes,
To walk in life's pathways in tunes.
Left intoxicated of a true love's potion,
Mended by a lover, and without caution,
Happenstance grabbed with no hesitation,
Life and love spent with their cruel intentions.
Visage on the water lighted by moon,
Remember not the plague of noon,
Nor blame thee for your misfortunes,
Walk the pathways in or out of tunes.
Hold it not with the sorrows of yesterday,
Instead, leave such pains and begin today,
Rival not the twists and turns of fate,
As Heaven will judge upon its holy gate.
Visage on the water lighted by moon,
Look blissfully upon the blessings of noon,
Embrace your eagerly made misfortunes,
And walk the pathways in or out of tunes.
By Ida Faye Lumangtad
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