041510d Fading Dreams Poem by Manonton Dalan

041510d Fading Dreams



a man twiddling his fingers
leaning against a metal box
with a watchful eyes on sea
so selfish for even a smile
muted mumbles came, gone
frequent stare on wet ground

i wonder where is his mind
reaching to nobody's charm
solitary soul drifting to oblivion
we don't how far he's gone
so many does this in a day
some never realize it's crazy

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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