121010 I Miss Poem by Manonton Dalan

121010 I Miss



lamp lit in midst of a farm
my bearing to my home
feet gently pressing dust
with few pebbles in crust
fear within beating hymn
my hair dances with wind

i lick my lips to ease thirst
my drooping eyes to tears
in a distant walk i endure
pain; fatigue came sore
can't hide but darkness
i have to because i miss

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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