by Mariegold Jabla In the light of the hot afternoon sun, with the dust from the ongoing traffic settling down, this once-majestic house looks gloomy, alone in its melancholy, abandoned like the many dreams...
by: Anne Gumiran I stood at the edge with an oddly satisfying vacant stare and a warm cup of brew on one hand. The sky was pale blue to white with a bed of gray clouds…
