Domingo D. Landicho
After EDSA
You are the poetry pure
A maple flame of autumn
An elm reaching for the sky
As a lark sings a lullaby
Heralding a dawn at twilight.
Walk ahead, friend of the world,
Our poetry will sustaik your life,
For endless years immortal
Inscribed in the veins of lines
A metaphor of strength.
You are the poetry pure ,
A flowing river with no end,
A natal blood of maple in spring
A palm of an elm reaching for the sky
As a lark sings a hymn of birth.
Iowa City
12 October 1987
After EDSA
A maple flame of autumn
An elm reaching for the sky
As a lark sings a lullaby
Heralding a dawn at twilight.
Walk ahead, friend of the world,
Our poetry will sustaik your life,
For endless years immortal
Inscribed in the veins of lines
A metaphor of strength.
You are the poetry pure ,
A flowing river with no end,
A natal blood of maple in spring
A palm of an elm reaching for the sky
As a lark sings a hymn of birth.
Iowa City
12 October 1987
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