Children fishing upstream, acrylic AVR 2001 Verse and Painting by Abe V Rotor
It is not on the still water
Nor in the wide blue sky,
It is not in the trees and rocks
That we see ourselves in the hands of time;
Through the mist we see children
Many years back with many years lost;
And much is gained in memory
That hold stories untold.
Who is fishing there? Ahoy!
Only the tingling chime answers;
The childhood in us throbs, throbs
With the sweet music of time.~
Don't Cut the Trees, Don't - AVR, UST Manila (All Rights Reserved)
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