'WORK PERMIT'
Rey Jorca Supranes
When you died,
'Twas a bereavement.
The red leaf ceased to flourish;
Expectations were on the rise
Of becoming dry and wrinkled;
Wilting wasn't that far.
I was left confined, shackled, restrained;
Uncertainties loomed;
Is this the end of the road?
I strived, I sought;
To bring you back to life.
Your resurrection through the magnificent lake;
With its weightless current waded right in
For my freedom and restoration.
When you finally landed in my hands;
You give strength and freshness;
To a new leaf
Of hopes and dreams.
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