081810c It Reigns Poem by Manonton Dalan

081810c It Reigns



i miss those days
when we fly so free
rubbing our wings
gliding down slope
at blinding speed
with faces all red

yes, your sweet voice
embedded in my mind
i feel it, it is still there
so recently calling from
within, reaching out again
am helpless, it reigns

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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