Even if the rain has stopped falling
and the scorching heat of the sun wilted
the Katueanga(Hibiscus),
I still hear your steady flow
as if an eternal song sung
by some elfin lady
among the Balete trees.
Stories of Hopes and Struggles of the People living by the Jal-o River in Aklan Province, Panay Island, Philippines
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