Loboc River Cruise

we finally huddled in a boat
well decorated with some flowers
like the one in the Rose Parade
the boat slowly sails in the River
with a matching band of guitars and
animal skin drums
a woman sings another woman dances
as we see how the brown river is sliced
by the boat on the water
until we arrive at the end of this journey
where there is a waterfall
and then we turn back
to our way again

not really monotonous
and not a waste of time
been here i think seven times
but the river still sings
a lonely song
in my
heart

legend says....
there was once a beautiful maiden....
her heart was broken...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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