To Refresh Worn Flesh Poem by Manonton Dalan

To Refresh Worn Flesh



on hill there's no clear sky
clouds a broken lava flowing
pierce by dusking sunlight
sad melody from blades of grass
cradling mellow hearts of love
shadows spreading, hiding tears

swirling dust trailing wind
i cover my face so my eyes
dust cake my eyelids; dry
ants race to earthen caves
loaded with tattered leaves
waiting love ones with scents

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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