Claws Are Poem by Manonton Dalan
Claws Are
i am sitting on sand drawing
a beautiful tree naked to see
bubbles putting flowers on
then a tiny foot step on it
giggling and tumbles, walk away
chase her with my eyes, free
i scoop sand to sprinkle my tree
to bury her bare nakedness from me
a crab comes trying to dig it out
i could understand why, she needs
i buried her too to watch forever
i she'll comes out to dig some more
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