Manonton Dalan Poems

pacing brick road by blue lion
seeing flashes in dark afternoon
happy feet trudging passing by
heels knocking isn't a silent bye
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i have a fruit on my desk
i remember bright orange
today i'm surprise a red
could it be warmness trick
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i can feel grass blades beneath ground
reaching out slowly; quiet with warmth
i can hear whispers of treetops blowing
as feathers comes to life been waiting
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i am touching my lips gently
contemplating lines for story
which dawned to naughty smile
i have been distracted awhile
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i heard promise from breeze
tiny echoes wiggling creases
sharp edges running through
i keep my face out of reach
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i run run barefoot long run
i can feel blades of grass
i can hear thumps falling
clouds is almost touching
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naked limbs bidding goodbye
cold winter wind passing by
geese in formation a beauty
shadows sweeping across valley
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grass; sponge
thick; clip
green; jade
morning; cold
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nose failing
eyes crying
head aching
sleep slipping
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beautiful towering naked trees
watching wrinkles of my face
my steaming breathes float away
seeking brightness in cold day
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