Jul 2016
I see a picture of a being,
Standing tall smiling and being,
An individual.
Not so similar,
Not so dicferent,
But I will remember you as we pass,
Into the wind as we are the ash.
Standing tall smiling and being,
An individual.
Not so similar,
Not so dicferent,
But I will remember you as we pass,
Into the wind as we are the ash.
(Philippines)
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