053110h We Talk In Our Minds Poem by Manonton Dalan
053110h We Talk In Our Minds
a dump clothe found its way
on smoothness of a surface
polishing; so to be admired
whale's oil brings natural grain
fills all imperfection miss by plane
protects it from bugs and drying
carver finally notice my presence
while i stood there like a marble
a raw stone need cutting to finish
i only touch his works with my eyes
i smile i can't resist to say praises
even i wasn't heard i said my peace
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