capturing Jolo's sunset is apolitical
Shot that tangerine sunset, gal.
but someone unjustly shot your head,
you wallow in blood; colored sun red.
there you were with your blood
all Mindanaoan journalists were sad
Grieve, grieve, grieve, and grieve.
Sun's tears outpour in your grave.
That was months and months ago...
In my dreams you formally bade adieu!
Tonight, my eyes raised candle and pen
Just as star twinkles the memory of you.
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