Manonton Dalan

Gold Star - 32,097 Points (virginia, usa)

Ae01 Wake Up Call - Poem by Manonton Dalan

leaves are dripping wet
dirt flowing, birds singing
melody of alien language
if those were, were humans
could be a baseball game
minus wrestling on home-run

for me those are my clock
it tells me it's early morning
sunshine their clock to stop
amazing how nature works
terrible twisters touchdowns
sky angst, what have we done

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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