bahala

like how the oceans envelops

island shores, how the stars

are placed like mosaic tiles

by mountain tops, like how the sun

rises again every morning,

these words come from sea breeze,

‘i will carry all your burdens on my shoulders,

acting as the warmth around you and

the god who answers you’

then these whispered sweet promises

sail and come back to home, you.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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