Mt Kitanglad
Chilly afternoon breeze,
feathery on the skin.
Sacred mountain breathes,
forest edge darkens.
Drizzle falls softly, quietly
as silvery, silken satin.
Ancient fog now creeping in!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2019
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