If you've visited
the Cordilleran highlands,
You'll know that rainbows dwell
sunflowers bloom
on the walls of hillside shanties
where the city of Baguio
and La Trinidad meets.
And you'll know that the people
living amidst those colours
believe with all their hearts—
that rainbows always come
at the end of every storm,
and the sun will soon appear
as sunflowers turn east
past the night's darkest hours.
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