And the university grass,
Those ancient flowers bathing
In the setting sun,
Beside your silhouette
As you speak the warmth of your heart,
Those gazes like birds in a desert,
How I wish time is never time at all.
You are sepia as I reminisce
The laughter in the bus, your kingdom in Bacacay,
The Halo-halo, the walk to the solitary road to wait for a ride,
Home…
As I remember Juan Tamban, I remember Neverland,
I am Peter.
We are childhood.
It stays forever.
I could be,
Everyone could be that Pan,
Memories smell like sun in the stones
That lingers.
It lingers.
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