The train rushed
From one stop to another
Filled with people
Wearing different faces
With minds locked in dreams
Of home, fortune and love
While you in your stance
As if in a trance
Slowly glided a finger
To touch my hand
And as our eyes met
We secretly smiled.
- John Emmanuel T. Manalo, 2003
[thanks to Rodney Jimenez for the photo]
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