Manonton Dalan Poems

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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i have been dreaming for a while my love
i keep on going to fix those niceties up
there are times i think i am losing some
but i pause i look around, you're around
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an old man with throw net on his shoulder
watching patiently any sign of fish; under
that calming sea hurrying to shore; sparkling
to wishes of eastern red sun rising; kissing
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raven crowing atop a golf cart
looking all over our lunch bag
when she tried to pry one of them
i throw a cone just to scare 'em
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i have jelly feet hearing
what was you, you saying
i am more nervous than you
yet you said it so confident
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