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Usahay ang bawud maputiay,
malipayun,
yagligidligid sa dagat;
duwum, adlaw.

Pero usahay ang bawud maitumay,
yadaman,
yagligidligid sa dagat na yaglagutay.

murmuring waves bouncing in the seawall of boulevard
amidst the choco-colored beach of bislig.

flapping of nipa leaves
in the murky creeks of Catanduan.

laughters of dirty and brown haired children
of Baybay II.

rude punky teenagers
gallavanting in the highway.

echoes of voices in the far,
What could there be in silence?

a poor man in Bislig ,
skin browned under the sun,
tired necks and limbs.
dampened backs and hardened feet.

rustle of caramcam leaves,
crossing the hanging makeshift bridge
over the echoing muddy brooks

house on stilts along the shores and creeks in bislig
walls made of split wood,
flooring of bamboo splits
with roofs of thatched nipa leaves.

the city, verdant trees lies on the western hills,
the bislig bridge reaches the clear river’s eastern bank.

In the wind and sea, the city, my dreams are now dispersed,
Alone at the end of the sky, I weep for what is lost.

I nurse myself alone, outwith the city,
at times I gaze afar,
I cannot bear our condition,
which daily grows more desolate

nipa palms and mangroves

along the murky swamps

sparrows hovering in the ricefield

poor men, women and children making nipa thatches.

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