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Darating ang panahon

Na di na tumatalab ang mga salita,
ang mga ginagawa ay nababale-wala;
Na ang mga dating dampi ng balat sa balat,
ay para nalang isang batong hinihipan na lamang ng hangin. . .

mawawala rin ang lambing,
ang mga dating pag-titig at pagtingin,
mawawala rin ang dating lasa,
ang tamis ay malalanta,
ang mga bulaklak ay papait. . .

baliktarin mo man ang mundo,
tao padin tayo,
marunong magsawa,
at pwedeng pagsawaan,

kahit papano isa lang tayong bagay sa mundo,
na-aagnas at nagiging abo.

lahat ay may hanganan,
kahit libog mo man sa katawan.

nauubos din ang likido ng ano,
pero anong magagawa mo?
sadyang ganon ang pagkakagawa sayo. . .

tao ka lang,
ew. . .

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