Rain
You said that
you hated it when it rains.
On that side of the world,
I wonder,
if it touches everything
that I used too.
And so I came to
hate the rain as you do.
The rain touches the lonely
wherever the heart hides into.
Boycott the Frankfurt Book Fair
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Read at the open forum hosted by the PhlGoH Committee, the National Book
Development Board (NBDB), and the Office of Senator Loren Legarda on May
27, 2025,...
5 days ago