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(a temple complex) The ruins seemed indomitable than ever, the concrete walls looked like they'll survive no matter what... the tree trunks are gaining more layers getting taller...wider...older, aging doesn't seem to bother them their spirits live on, and rule generation after generation... i believe, even the moat that surrounds, and safeguards the temples, has its own spirit as well... my hands touched the concrete walls at Ta Prohm all felt strong, and unconquerable, and i thought of my own human walls i have fought, i still fight...they must not crumble... i struggle...so my walls wouldn't fall when a huge steaming net of uncertainty melts my confidence, and a strong fever enfolds me, and possesses me... i saw those monks, unburdened, seemingly bold walking lightly, sweating, while their soft orange clothes, moved with the gentle breeze that blew from the moat cooling whoever,  whatever was about to implode... i thought, the blending of the heat and cold could delay, or counter the breaking of any wall... during that moment of scorching heat, anybody could've given in...the wind was so cool i almost jumped into the King's Pool The vast moat surrounding the temples kept beckoning...to anyone, to me, to play the fool... Sally Copyright January 29, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Inside Angkor Wat..
(a temple complex) The ruins seemed indomitable than ever, the concrete walls looked like they'll survive no matter what... the tree trunks are gaining more layers getting taller...wider...older, aging doesn't seem to bother them their spirits live on, and rule generation after generation... i believe, even the moat that surrounds, and safeguards the temples, has its own spirit as well... my hands touched the concrete walls at Ta Prohm all felt strong, and unconquerable, and i thought of my own human walls i have fought, i still fight...they must not crumble... i struggle...so my walls wouldn't fall when a huge steaming net of uncertainty melts my confidence, and a strong fever enfolds me, and possesses me... i saw those monks, unburdened, seemingly bold walking lightly, sweating, while their soft orange clothes, moved with the gentle breeze that blew from the moat cooling whoever,  whatever was about to implode... i thought, the blending of the heat and cold could delay, or counter the breaking of any wall... during that moment of scorching heat, anybody could've given in...the wind was so cool i almost jumped into the King's Pool The vast moat surrounding the temples kept beckoning...to anyone, to me, to play the fool... Sally Copyright January 29, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(lyrical outbursts while driving around... breathing high and low within, ...walking up and down, in and out, of the Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm temples...)
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F/Filipino
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
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