Friday, June 25, 2010

the green waters rise
to rinse the roots of the coconut trees

the lilies float
the ripples carry them to a joyful journey
to the banks of the river
where the children play

this is the place that you miss
an island a hut a river
the peace and quiet
of the ipil-ipil leaves
showering when the wind passes

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