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"mindoro" poems
Late afternoon, the darkness is about to steal the light We are about to head back down the mountains of Mindoro A fire and smokes all over the trees, a "Kaingin" we encounter a family of three camouflaging the forest Looks like "Mangangahoy" making charcoal for a living A heart-crushing-afternoon scenario There is a man, who looks like the father An old woman seems to be the grandmother with a little kid, small and as cute as a button We barely see them as they're covered with dark smokes from woodfire Our truck stopped, offering them a ride The father loaded the sacks of wood The little boy trying to lift it with his bare little hands so small but he seems can carried heavy loads It's almost dark we sat at the back of the truck cargo bracing ourselves praying not to fall on a bumpy mountain road This little boy is beside me Indifferent I look at his adorable-plumpy-little face covered with dirt Eyes glistening with innocence A little jungle boy An angel of the forest he reminds me of Mowgli This bambino inhaling wood smokes daily working at a young age is a definition of a heartbreak something made me tear up inside it comes to a point where you don't know what to feel at the moment Reality is hurtful and the hardest part is handling your emotions This kid deserves better every kid in the world deserves better Circa 2019
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
lougene13
Mowgli.
Late afternoon, the darkness is about to steal the light We are about to head back down the mountains of Mindoro A fire and smokes all over the trees, a "Kaingin" we encounter a family of three camouflaging the forest Looks like "Mangangahoy" making charcoal for a living A heart-crushing-afternoon scenario There is a man, who looks like the father An old woman seems to be the grandmother with a little kid, small and as cute as a button We barely see them as they're covered with dark smokes from woodfire Our truck stopped, offering them a ride The father loaded the sacks of wood The little boy trying to lift it with his bare little hands so small but he seems can carried heavy loads It's almost dark we sat at the back of the truck cargo bracing ourselves praying not to fall on a bumpy mountain road This little boy is beside me Indifferent I look at his adorable-plumpy-little face covered with dirt Eyes glistening with innocence A little jungle boy An angel of the forest he reminds me of Mowgli This bambino inhaling wood smokes daily working at a young age is a definition of a heartbreak something made me tear up inside it comes to a point where you don't know what to feel at the moment Reality is hurtful and the hardest part is handling your emotions This kid deserves better every kid in the world deserves better Circa 2019
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