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| Botchok and I; Bolinao, Pangasinan 2011 |
For what is thy balm that holds you near?
When nature sparks, nothing seems to gleam.
Thee solely conjure the magnificent flight,
That compels others to go into plight.
For what may seem an endless delight,
Imperturbable by anything, whatever they might.
Bound for happiness but sprinkled with sorrow,
This pursuit that will take us to ‘morrow.
September 27, 2007
Fam Mam
