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Mahal na mahal ka
12
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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Mahal na mahal ka

by FRANCIS MIGUELL STA. ROSA Mula natutong maglakbay, kasama ka Ikaw lang ang lakas, saan man magpunta Lagi kong dalanging huwag kang mawala Lalo sa tuwing tayo lang ang magkasama   Ako ay sabik sa muling pagtatanan Dalhin ako sa luntiang kagubatan Kung saan kalikasan lang ang kapiling Dahil sa…
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05/05/05
02
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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05/05/05

by TRIXCY ANNE LOSERIAGA IT HAS been a while since Gabriel saw his little sister.  She resided on Southwest Hill, only three miles from his apartment.  Despite the moon illuminating the way amid the seedless sky, he still got lost on his way. The white lilies pranced around, anticipating his…
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The arch bridge
02
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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The arch bridge

THE CRICKETS and the gush of the river were the only things audible in the town—until a knock brought Aurora back to reality. She walked towards the door, and greeting her from the other side were two uniformed men with badges. “Are you Mr. Leon’s daughter?” She distanced herself from…
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Penny, nickel, dime
29
Oct
By The Flame Literary
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Penny, nickel, dime

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER Among the fumes of midday Beneath golden kingdoms  And above the wretched metropolis She spies with her eyes around With skylines that separate   Her pockets jingle  From what is left of thirty’s stipend Or was it fifteen’s? At the kiosk she makes a judgment As…
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Liwanag
22
Oct
By The Flame Literary
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Liwanag

by HJADOEYA CALICA ALAS SAIS na ng gabi, nagpapahiwatig na patapos na ang araw.   Sa lugar na ito, pamilyar na sa akin ang tore, puno, at ang poste para sa ating bandila dahil lagi ko itong nadaraanan.  Sa aking balintataw masisilayan ang liwanag na siyang nagpahinto sa akin tulad ng…
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Old objects
08
Oct
By The Flame Photography Department
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Old objects

by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG   IT WAS a pale October morning when Kyle found himself inside Romuel’s Oldbarn again. He was a man worn by age and grief, yet he glanced around the vintage shop with youthful glitter in his eyes.  He did not want to be there alone.…
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Crux of the Lost
01
Oct
By The Flame Literary
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Crux of the Lost

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA   Pluto had swung his rusty scythe, as the children lay their promises before the sleeping maiden.   Flowers embraced her,  as nature soothes her delicate soul. The moon glows bright tonight, illuminating her way towards the gate.   She knew she was no match…
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In These Burning Halls
23
Sep
By The Flame Literary
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In These Burning Halls

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO I will never be accustomed to the silence  in my halls now bathed in darkness, for all that is left in my hallowed ground once graced by hope and harmony are the timid footsteps of those that come and go, bearing nothing but unease and uncertainty.…
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