Rain

So you also write
a poem
about the rain.

Sketched on your skin
an obvious
memory of a kiss
- your memory of travelling
with her on a train.

I am Here
tracing the hair
under your chin
watching your eyes
get moved
by the blowing
of the wind
and the pattering
of the rain.

You are here.
I am here.
So is she
with this rain.

- Dumay


I am Dumay from the Cordilleras (mountain) region of the Northern Philippines. 
I write poems everyday so I could survive, so I could tell myself that I am living.
I write about the Cordilleras and beyond. I was born and raised here and I have no problem in dying here. The mountains is my source of inspiration. She is my muse.

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