Wasn't through eons of time this replica
of Olympus on a local shore
a perfect flesh of earth,
warmed by the sun,
caressed by the wind,
drenched by rain,
kissed by dewdrops?
Pride of the species,
the spring of new life?
And beneath it throbbed a gentle thunder?
Didn't the trees hush,
the birds sing lullaby?
Oh, heart, dear heart!
Do you still throb,
Do you still bleed? ~
of Olympus on a local shore
a perfect flesh of earth,
warmed by the sun,
caressed by the wind,
drenched by rain,
kissed by dewdrops?
Pride of the species,
the spring of new life?
And beneath it throbbed a gentle thunder?
Didn't the trees hush,
the birds sing lullaby?
Oh, heart, dear heart!
Do you still throb,
Do you still bleed? ~
Suso ni Aran is a mythical mountain, a proud breast in the distance, until recently. Unabatted quarrying has permanently destroyed the figure and is likely to level it to the ground. Barangay Suso, Santa Maria, Ilocos Sur.
Light from the Old Arch 3, AVR
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