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shy cricket runs beneath the leaves
awe with moon searching for seeds
tiny antenae wiggles for safe passage
find frog’s sticky tongue on her legs
sudden jump; leg left behind for a meal
sigh not, it’s okay; it will surely heal
powdered leaves shower ground
left with a slender stick on hand
traces scattered the soft dust abound
heading to banks where love was found
pond is calm, tree, chair still there
sweeping glimpse, just too much to bear
looking up, soaking eyes with tears
running through, moisten cheeks
on to the sand, a silent ticks
dark clouds, hiding heavenly affairs
touch of rusted metals fresh to mind
peeling paints, creeking joints remind
gentle breeze through prancing grass
a sweet melody, roam just as it was
flapping wings, splashing shower
rippling; like multipetaled flower
with the light of the moon above
slowly blooming most beautiful bud
Manonton Dalan
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Monday, July 21, 2008 |
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