Two little things.
Rice and Adobo.
Hearty as the radiance
Of freshly baked bingka.
Tell me your day,
If life went your way.
No sorrow is to swallowing.
Neither is it permanent.
Tell me little things.
One, two, or few.
Don’t count each.
Just let them be.
So when darkness befalls.
You always have something.
Two little things.
You, and your little things.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
Two little things.
Rice and Adobo.
Hearty as the radiance
Of freshly baked bingka.
Tell me your day,
If life went your way.
No sorrow is to swallowing.
Neither is it permanent.
Tell me little things.
One, two, or few.
Don’t count each.
Just let them be.
So when darkness befalls.
You always have something.
Two little things.
You, and your little things.
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