there is a village
in the philippines
named Dream:
a home where
wild lilies bloom
free
where no bullets
dare defile the spider’s
solitude
and communion
with the grass
where girls can swim
in the river pick up snails
and come back home
unafraid unscathed
come with me
let us go
to Dream.
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