(06 November 2001, Cebu)
Morning was jovial
With raindrops rushing in glee to the ground.
The cold morning greeted me with
The fresh scent of the earth.
And so, I remembered water puddles
And paper boats
And baths in the rain
And wet birds quivering in the cold.
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