warm rays of the star flash through the midst of the crowd
a star can be seen taking refuge in the flickering lights of cars
a star can be seen trickling on the sides of people's faces
a star can be seen taking in the sighs of the weakened trees
but then, clouds would seem to be much bigger than the shining stars
a cloud that slowly hides the star sardonically
a cloud that wavers its resolve to shine brightly
a cloud that slowly blocks the warmth it gives unconditionally
even though it seems like clouds are just the antagonist
there's its rain that cries for the hidden twinkler
there's its rain wishing to rekindle the eternal sunshine
there's its rain that will even stop weeping to bring back the lost warmth
these normal days are nothing compared to the longing for Christmas
the days yearning for that comfort in the depths of the despair
the days yearning for the temporary bliss of that day of the year
the days yearning for that warmth that is finally embraced
along the twinkling lights and the sing-song laughter in the air
mind not all those clouds that once covered the star
mind not all the agony given by the endless days of the year
mind not all those unshed tears of rain, even if it’s only fleeting
until it becomes permanent
Article: Cristy Anne San Pedro
Illustration: Timothy Andrei Milambiling
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