Like butter, slowly melting

Time to sip chamomile tea... Oh so deliberately
Time to really listen to the music ... Word for word, note for note
Life, not gulped by the cupful
Memories of first love, savored
Like watching butter slowly melting on oven-hot rolls
Like watching the soft blue of clouds
Seamlessly turn to orange
And then grey
Solace, at the end of day

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  1. jun arrietaMarch 15, 2015 at 11:29 PM

    hello....kamusta na. hope you're in great spirit and excellent health. you're not retired yet? me too..maraming binabayaran. hindi maubos.....pero, ok lang. hindi lang naman ako. still hasn't gone back to the phil since'94. puro balak. baka pagdating ko dyan naka wheel chair na 'ko. thus far ok pa naman......just getting old. cheers..jun arrieta

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  2. jandreaMarch 17, 2015 at 9:38 AM

    Just a few more years till retirement and I am really looking forward to it! You should come home when you can still enjoy going around the sites. Do it soon, Jun! Will be glad to bring you around!

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