Wandering Dawn Poem by Manonton Dalan

Wandering Dawn



naughty cold flirting with my mind
it tickles my feet; sleep can't find
so as dream fluttering somewhere
being caress by those who cares
beans powder is out of earthen bowl
sweet lips crave like fox do howl
whispers not enough to move hairs
frozen from time; forgotten is fair

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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