Patagaw Talimalaw

Daughter of the wild
she tilts head back
laughing, a deep joy
resounding to friends
surrounding her.

Undaunted she braves
storm, fire, haze
like a magician
whirling them
into her palms

Open to storm
the angers directed
at her, at world, at him
becomes an eye,
which she blinks away

Enclosed in fire
she burns passionately
for life, for love, for longevity
at times perishing
at times glowing

Fighting against haze;
the directions of life,
she searches, she checks, she tries
falling, but standing
she of a strong mind.