Gandaya Moe Sat Poems

It was chocolate wafer when we ate
But it transformed into a giraffe in mouth
Footprints on sand
My stomach start making starving noises
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On the open palm,
nostalgia changes its seasons.
In temperate park of snow running,
benches of anyone's absence
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There is a spring museum that shows the fall of leaves
There is the uncertainty of the morning
There is brokenness in the sky
There are lissom memories
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