Misting-Mind >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Misting-Mind >>>



I waiting words I ordered
from universal thought bank
it looks like slow coming
ripples on my ears evolving
can't comprehend a foreign
voices singing nice melody

pebbles dropping on my floor
wind must be gaining strength
I breathe a fresh air, relief
I smell your perfume so sweet
I turn on light you're not in
who could that be besides dream

Sunday, January 24, 2016
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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