Treasure Island

Manonton Dalan

(virginia, usa)

Am I Not Allowed To Say


greetings from feathered friend a melody
is always welcome break of dawn through day
and when she's missing for cold winter long
i do miss her but i am not alone i have song
still dark beyond my window; there up a willow
she's singing short verses letting me know

gush of wind passing through; fresh fragrance too
street lights misty for age still has enough glow
my old car beneath with pollen turning so yellow
like flower at the end of greenish manicured lawn
where my dreams flow searching for destination
i have a smile today i still have heartfelt passion

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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