042911n Listen If You Wish Poem by Manonton Dalan
042911n Listen If You Wish
mud on my feet dried to clay
hard, hurting my skin i endure
until callous takes pleasure of
protecting me from intruders
i pass while i talk to so many
unknown face but one craving
i couldn't give them all but hope
that lay ahead taken with purpose
other than that is a futile as an ash
give me your hand, give your mind
take your heart with you, you need it
when thirst comes for you to decide
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