I’ve lived all my life in the archipelago
Green, yellow
And brown leaves
Hustle with mist
As the sound of dead, weak trees
Creak at every push of the wind
Sea teeming with wonders of the deep
Boats with billowed sails
Glide gracefully slicing waves
And caress, the white sand shore
Salty breeze evokes
Memories of yore
Mountain ranges look like elegant giant beasts
That might one day
Stir and stride
Shake the earth
Then leave
Magnificent sunset divulged
Grotesque reality
The promises of miracle, magic, and hope
But it always turns out
To be a bar of soap
I’m on this platform so let me ask
What if the soap slips from my hand?
How long does it melt and last?
…Silence…
I bleed in front of my words
Diwata in Lalaland 
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