Manonton Dalan Poems

I pass razor
between wood
and paint
I feel wind
...

I was standing
watching people
pass me by; calmly
I wonder what
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she's looking
at beautiful
silver wares
wide eyed smile
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I was taken
by sound up above
very close to clouds
flocks on flight
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I am sitting by bridge
looking at sandy edges
extended beyond my sight
become wider towards sea
...

five fishing poles
hanging by wharfs
lines cutting ripples
inviting fish to nibble
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I am thumbing
my steering wheel
under pouring rain
nobody seem to give
...

hop, skip over water
with my tiny umbrella
I see sky is pouting
mighty clouds covering
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with your pretty voice
I write; write endlessly
imagining you're near me
a slight sound I will stop
...

winter tongue comes
licking my thin lips
keeping my pockets full
of my shrinking fingers
...