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...
Parched farmlands, empty stomachs
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Recently, I went around the mountainous towns of North Upi in Maguindanao
del Norte and South Upi in Maguindanao del Sur for work. These are the
towns that...
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lumalabas ngayon pagiging poetic mo tlga ha :)
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