Flea-Thing>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Flea-Thing>>>



sleep far away from
dawn burning dark
music flowing to
craving ears of mine
where are you dreams
blown, clatters sky
collecting clouds
coming to siphon all

walking barefoot on floor
feeling cold up to my soul
pain i shed them, beautiful
am alone i should not worry
for tomorrow sun rising will
erase happening to mere film
covering surface am standing

Monday, June 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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