Before My Eyes Poem by Manonton Dalan

Before My Eyes



you're a mushroom in spring
buried beneath fresh grass
only an eye looking for you
could see where you living
i can't be mushroom hunter
but pretty well i know where

when you smell fresh air
enjoy and breathe with me
cause happy words follow
as migrating birds of winter
beautiful flight same color
darker than blue sky; dainty

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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