when morning comes
the fingers of light
caress the feathers of the
white heron
which does not look
at it
their breasts are far away
but in the middle of the morning grounds
they soon embrace each other
dusk had left earlier
pag-abot sa kabuntagon
gihapuhap sa mga tudlo sa adlaw
ang mga balahibo sa tulabong
nga wala mitutok kaniya
lagyo ang ilang dughan
apan gaginaksanay kini
taliwala sa nataran sa kabuntagon
nga ganiha rang milalin
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