Warm Deed >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan
Warm Deed >>>
flickering lights still awake
not knowing to rest, to sleep
they adore trees, shrubs, sills
'look at me' that's their message
yes, they will come down soon
up in dark attic they will room
forgotten until after autumn
I admire those hands that touch
those beautiful, eyes striking
sparkling décor around houses
some have music to with motions
so much love, dedication spend
loving people lives here, I know
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