from Camiguin island to Siquijor island
I am carried away
Once more uprooted from
The island of living volcanos
Skirting the white shorelines
Of the visayas
From where I sit
Cebu and Dumaguete appear from a distance
While clouds may hide them
When the sun sleeps
The sight of the island where is was born
Bring shivers of a childhood reverie
A home I don’t call home
A home I left long ago
A home but a home
Calling me to come home
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