Pag-asa

In vain I stretch my arms out for her in the morning when I wake up groggily from agitated dreams; in vain I seek her at night in my bed, deceived by a happy, innocent dream, as if I were sitting beside her in a meadow holding her hand and covering it with a thousand kisses. Alas, when still half in the toils of sleep I feel cheered and reach out for her - a stream of tears breaks forth from my oppressed heart, and I weep inconsolably toward a dark future.

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