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Aug 2016
Imagine my surprise
Seeing you
Yesterday.

How often do
Our friends visit us
If at all

There you are
In silence
In the side walk

A wild
Green In the city

How did you come here,
My healer?

The last time I saw you
You were there
Near our river

Where the mountains
Meet the sea

Is it really you?
Or a spitting image
Of a daughter?

Touch my nostalgic wounds
Can you heal them?

Bleed if you must
Please
So I can be there

In your blood
Once more
Inspired by bungarngar, a medicinal plant for the wounds thriving abundantly on provinces, i.e., rural areas

Chanced upon it on my leisurely walk in the city yesterday.
Bryan Amerila
Written by
Bryan Amerila  Makati City, Philippines
(Makati City, Philippines)   
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