Memories of Guimaras

 

"Morning Sun slowly rising over the horizon,

A chilly breeze blows in from the sea

like your breath I feel on my nape.

This half-lit scene is a memory smelling of freshly-caught fish,

the taste of salt on my tongue,

and your warm skin underneath me.

So I yearn again for those days

of promise and new beginnings..."

(memories of Guimaras)

 

GPL 10/31/2022