Sabtu, 23 Oktober 2010

Poetry

                                                              THE BRONZE SUN


    From then on we kept our promise
    the sun you found naked,pure,and glittering
    born in pagangsaan
    would be kept shining
               and forever bright
               over the young bamboo
               immeresed in blood
               grown from the ground your yell

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