Cape Bojeador Lighthouse, Burgos, Ilocos Norte, overlooking South China Sea.
Abe V Rotor
Habagat comes in art and bloom
after a long sleep in the dark
nights of a long dry spell gloom -
slowly,life comes to a spark.
Through the window of a high rise,
poor is my sight, the wind's my song,
nature rises before its demise,
like gem where it lies unknown.
Seasons come and swiftly go
across the forest, over the reef;
though the veil of my window;
creation's wonder is but brief.
Abstract figures crowd my mind,
painting imagery anew,
and reliving old scenes behind;
of a world in passing review. ~
Habagat comes in art and bloom
after a long sleep in the dark
nights of a long dry spell gloom -
slowly,life comes to a spark.
Through the window of a high rise,
poor is my sight, the wind's my song,
nature rises before its demise,
like gem where it lies unknown.
Seasons come and swiftly go
across the forest, over the reef;
though the veil of my window;
creation's wonder is but brief.
Abstract figures crowd my mind,
painting imagery anew,
and reliving old scenes behind;
of a world in passing review. ~
Living with Nature 3, AVR
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