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Sa Apat na Sulok


Ngayong gabi
Dito sa apat na sulok
Ito ang kabuuan ng ating mundo
Sa piling ng makukulay na obra
At mga talinghaga
Gising ang kamalayan
Maging ang pandama
Kinikilala ang isa't isa
Inaarok ang nadarama
Sa mapusyaw na ilaw
At nakakahipnotismong patak ng ulan
Maging hanging pilit makikiisa

Sa apat na sulok
Ibinahagi
Mga dalamhati
Alalahani't mga kaba
Mga saya at tuwa
Maliliit na tagumpay
Sa mga pakikibaka
Kapwa nag alay ng dalangin
Sana bawa't isa
Babantayan at pagpalain
Mapagkalingang kamay
Ng sansinukob.

Sa panandaliang pag-iisa
Ng damdamin at kamalayan
Pansamantalang idinugtong
Mga landas na di tahasang nagtatagpo
Kahit nga patutunguhan ay maaring iisa

Sa apat na sulok
Panatag
Nahimlay sa bisig ng bawat isa
Nakahanap ng kakampi at kasama
Sa mga bulong at haplos
Sa mahihigpit na yakap.
Maging hawak ng mga kamay.
Ito'y ipinapaabot.


Subalit,
Dito sa apat na sulok
Mundo'y manatili
Katulad ng magandang panaginip.
Kahit na gustuhing muling mahimbing
At panaginip ay balikan.
Ito'y di na mahagilap.

10:30ng umaga
5 ng Agosto 2018
Bayan ng Pagadian



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