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NATURE

The document contains two poems, one by Jinno Kiel S. Tiayon reflecting on the fleeting nature of joy and light, and the other by Lance Anthony G. Pida, which evokes nostalgia and the ephemeral quality of life through a serene boat scene. Both poems explore themes of memory, the passage of time, and the contrast between light and shadow. The overall tone is contemplative, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences and perceptions of happiness.

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NATURE

The document contains two poems, one by Jinno Kiel S. Tiayon reflecting on the fleeting nature of joy and light, and the other by Lance Anthony G. Pida, which evokes nostalgia and the ephemeral quality of life through a serene boat scene. Both poems explore themes of memory, the passage of time, and the contrast between light and shadow. The overall tone is contemplative, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences and perceptions of happiness.

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NATURE

NATURE doth have her dawn each day,


But mine are far between;
Content, I cry, for, sooth to say,
Mine brightest are, I ween.

For when my sun cloth deign to rise,


Though it be her noontide,
Her fairest field in shadowlies,
Nor can my light abide.

Sometimes I bask me in her day,


Conversing with my mate,
But if we interchange one ray,
Forthwith her heats abate.

-JINNO KIEL S. TIAYON


A BOAT BENEATH A SUNNY SKY

A boat beneath a sunny sky,


Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of June

Children four that nearby,


Eager eye and willing ears,
Pleased a simple tale to hear

Long has paled that snnuy sky:


Echoes fade and memories are die:
Autumn frosts have slain in June.

Still he haunts me, phantomwise,


Ace moving under sky
Never seen by walking eye,

Children yet, the tale to hear,


Eager eyes and willing ears,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

Ever drifting down the stream


Lingering in the golden gleam,
Life, what is it but a dream?

-Lance Anthony G. Pida

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