The River


A river in Surigao del Sur.
.
there’s a quiet river 
that flows its way
silently it goes 
finding its destiny
.
its stillness is apparent
deceivingly it’s slow
serenity’s not arrogant
keeping its depths below
.
there’s an angry river
that flows its way 
roaring and screaming
like New Year’s day
.
but you can easily tell
which is shallow or deep
the quiet and the still
or the rowdy, secrets can’t keep

–oOo–

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