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



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