20/04/2026
"The creek moves slow with silver light,
holding the hush of evening air.
The sunset lingers, warm and quiet,
as if it knows that you were there.
We sat where colors softened gently,
where time forgot to drift away.
Now every ripple keeps the moment,
like it still lives in yesterday.
The sky glows soft in shades of you,
a tender calm it won’t outspend—
resting in gold that never fades:
-love, neverending".
location: Bagtic, Silay City
muse: Bea Jandongan Jalique
©Outsider.
