The water from the ancient plastic pipes
Gushed furiously like that minor water fall
I discovered when I took a side trek
On the second day of the Banaue tour
Tonight, I am taking pictures lying down
But the clicking, flashing, and framing
Are all in my head
And they are not for souvenirs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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