Cruel_Hands >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Cruel_Hands >>>



tiny grass crawling out
of their tight cocoon
rolling to meet sunshine
with melodious whistling
of their cute thin leaves
ants march, come to pick

warmth of planet earth
gives life to dormant
gives rooms to roam
sounds reverbs on cliffs
water to flow down to sea
we are here to destroy it

Sunday, March 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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