the college of fine arts used to be located on the upper floors of UP main library. and for a long time, its' walls became the repository of artists' literary expression:
rain in june
seek not for a reason
a pointing finger to blame
for the end of the season
and the coming of rain
for though your summer dreams
be happy and gay
time is neither kind nor mean
the second hand won't stay
it is enough to remember
to close your eyes
on rainy nights and ponder
the days spent beneath
sunlight rays
to hoard each memory
of joyful laughter respite from pain
for the coming misery
these months of rain
Friday, August 24, 2007
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