Ae01 Queit Moment Poem by Manonton Dalan

Ae01 Queit Moment



not a shade
of blue sky
cast on your lips
not a thread
of breeze miss
your flowing hair
not a breathe
escape my ears
so as throbbing heat
from your breast

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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