016gm16a Shela Bila Poem by Manonton Dalan

016gm16a Shela Bila



out of fog a full figure show
walking gently on her toe
tickled by sand we know
she never walk barefoot
from city; maybe boots
and so many more lofts

she's still got her shorts tight
showing navel with ring bright
shirt too short for all she got
she tried to pull down alright
this island we've seen much
please enjoy there's no rush

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