Angelus

Abe V. Rotor


San Vicente, Ilocos Sur

The fields are empty now,the harvesters are gone,
The birds settle in their roost as the sun goes down.
The church steeple glows in the coming night,
As the North wind blows in the dying light.
The haystacks in the breeze hiss and whisper;
The trees stand still in silence and prayer.

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