Echoing >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Echoing >>>



walking beneath clouds
on Thursday morning I
let mist wet my face
as grass grab my feet
while I am at center
of forest, am invisible

I mingle with whispers
left by ancient people
who roam this terrain
breathe air once travels
free inside their lungs
I look at my palms, water
from same leaf that shelter
those hard bodies of hunter

Thursday, December 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: looking,walking
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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