remember the fine sand
that burried your gorgeous feet
lest you forget
the fine sand...
that also burried mine,
only that mine were not like yours.
remember the fine sand
carried by wind
or was it by the water?
the fine white sand
and the seeds of watermelon
scattered along the shreds of red
fruit flesh, too...
remember the red light
of the city that speaks of volumes of
memories
of pain...
of joy...
of time...
of love...
of friendship...
but i remember the sand
the water...
the watermelon...
and the seeds of watermelon...
and the shreds of the fruit's flesh.
and as i remember how the sand burried
my feet
i exhume the pain...
the joy...
the time...
the love...
the friendship...
and how can't i be happy?
but i cannot not be sad...
Landslide history repeats itself
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When continuous light rains pour over Davao Region, I can’t help but recall
the incidents that we have covered in January 2012 in Pantukan, Davao de
Oro ( ...
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1 comments:
lumalabas ngayon pagiging poetic mo tlga ha :)
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