On 16nth day of December <br />I, alone hear voices <br />in distance, <br />rising - falling. <br />pray for the drowning <br />city, to keep time <br />with our peculiar <br />fate, we try to be <br />part of what we don't <br />fully comprehend, <br />soon we'll sleep <br />or soon will die <br />and dream of our <br />own city in a small <br />corner of its horizon <br />lights by the sky, <br />inevitable, cold <br />the tremor of the night.<br /><br />Cyrus Diaz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cagayan-de-oro-in-rain/
