Tagalog Poems
Diona
Ang Paniki
Ang paniki sa puno
sumisirit ang dugo
nakalabas ang puso
Tanaga
Bistida
Ako ay may bistida
Ang kulay niya ay pula
Galing sa aking mama
Na namatay sa sala
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