Manonton Dalan Poems

left studio with total admiration
how delicate fingers' creation
etch its way deep in imagination
have i got enchanted with fate
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i keep walking passing cobblestones
loud mouthed drunk captures scene
screaming unintelligibly; what a pity
i could imagine consumption took over
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smell of beef pie still warm
i reach my coins to count
unlucky i don't have enough
i swallowed and bit my lips
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i walk backwards without
losing eye contact; i feel
softness of her eyes; pain
of not knowing who she is
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few minutes i'm in darkness
i walk my way home by feel
someway my feet's memory
is better than my eyes open
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i could hear violin deep cry
that's my dad playing by fire
waiting for me i'm very sure
so i could listen to his story
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i could see flickering light
dancing shadow of a man
hugging his precious piece
letting whole world know
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oh! i'm not only one watching
my gypsy friends came to visit
probably they're there to wait
for my coming home; empty
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i sit there looking up the hill
bursting with fun i could tell
music blend with laughter
i could hear loud enough here
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she look downhill with longing
that maybe i show up by door
i'm hiding in cover of darkness
she probably knows i'm coming
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