Personal Blog of Zzhyr

A land surrounded by water, 7, 107 islands and islets to explore, An archipelago of time, A conquerer's dream. An island secluded by water, In different lands; bloods are spilled, Traversing the plains of this archipelago, A land of suprise in ev'ry corner. Head North; a travel to the past...remains untouched, Head East; a limestone cave turned into a tourist spot, Head West; a perfect near triangular shaped volcano, Head South; a spiky fruit is their delicacy. Citizens of this land are welcoming and friendly, All of them are either joyous or ecstatic, Welcome to the hidden paradise, Mabuhay!, welcome to the Philippines.

As you depart from this bluish house, I can see your feelings are blank, Blank as a painter's canvas, In the world full of colors. To surround us with colorful feelings, To them, to him or her is nothing but gray, To say goodbye without any letters, Is a con mans' ruse...or not. For someone can withhold a goodbye, For someone who can disappear without trace, It can be very hurtful to say aloud, To release the anger within. To absquatulate without a trace, To go invinsible in a snap, Thine mind will always recollect, To goodbye...without a single trace.