Snow-Yet-A-Longtime>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

so many moonlight nights
that caressed my sleep
those howling wind i skip
breaking branches i erase
creaking windows i forget
but honestly wait for text

when it came i'm half awake
fast midnight i struggle wit
whispers comes a mystery tee
so wonderful leads to glory
scrolling back to when young
everything flow, honeyed wine

so beautiful was dream sky
still searching you up high
wishing spring on my eyes
green green grass i sigh
walking barefoot on wet sand
today tomorrow you're mine