Manonton Dalan Poems

dirt grace my knees taking good view
horses galloping, waving flags at rodeo
screams from crowd, joyous day to pass
petting animals, munching dried grass
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was reading our past today
i find it really amusing to be
part of yours; long journey
little i have, not so worthy
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a gentle flap of wings, soar
so soft i could imagine doing
up pass those treetops, glide
to lake's surface, land splash
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i reach berry above my head
drops before i could get it
more on drooping branch sweet
birds are picking; busy beaks
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dried leaves on my chest rasping
it could be westerly wind blowing
i tried to reach it but disappear
tiny whirlwind on my feet i stare
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i am counting my steps
out of following shadow
leaves chasing my feet
i have to cover my face
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cold water dripping on my head
taking away my pain and my sweat
rustling fast just like music beat
pouring now, draining down sink
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I have seen these clouds before
low, dark, swirling above shore
my feathered friends hurry home
trees creek, fallen leaves comb
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sweet voices i long for day break
as dew reflects sparkles from cliff
silence for quiet some time, croon
rolling stones cascades with roar
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and when sun is writing on wall
will find my story where they fall
glitters that flash a good sign to
start dreaming of days we went thru
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