yesterday i
gave a pack of
jolibee chicken to
an old man
sitting on the side
of the street
today it rains
yes it rains a lot of blessings
inside myself
such a number of gifts
which i cannot anymore place
in my heart
and i thank the owner of these
blessings
the owner of the skies and seas
and mountains
the creator of the sun and moon
the source of air and
my breaths
O God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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