Coming >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan
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gingerly I walk through
darkness of morning mist
I hear breaking twigs
I feel wet leaves touch
smell newly born mushroom
jutting out of soft ground
tweets of birds above tree
am home where I really belong
cliffs covered with, with ferns
dripping crystal water on me
collected in bosom of lake below
fishes surface to show their lips
drawing ripples for me to see
they're still there at play
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