I am a maelstorm
And my words are liquid
Purling and swirling
In the womb of the earth.
I am a rock
And my words are granite
Or maybe a diamond
That can cut stone.
I am a volcano
And my words are lava
Which in its intense heat
Is about to explode
Endless lightyears to space.
--marra pl. lanot
Discover the Serenity of Lake Mapanuepe: A Nature Escape in San Marcelino,
Zambales
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Nature’s resilience shines at Lake Mapanuepe, a serene haven nestled amidst
the remnants of Mt Pinatubo’s tumultuous eruption in 1991. Despite its
tragic...
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