saifon treenawong Poems

On blank paper and moving shadows.
Shadow ran to catch the idea by idea.
Own shadow, and meanwhile, it is not shiny anymore.
But the sadness of the idea.
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As more than a bare cage.
Even the sound of birds singing, it can not be confined
It has been transformed as a cat cage. Disabilities, one for cats.
This just in nick of it one day.
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Moaning sound of the engine may call her back.
Light up the sky above.
Down to earth and mud puddle.
Tears pour the water is flowing along the water irrigation canal.
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Tomorrow might not come to us.


But send sadness and heart break came as a gift.
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Plumeria bouquet of a white wall.

Nestle cheek with the sad light of twilight.
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I do not know whether she secretly cried last night.

But because of my own dreams.
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