Fleeting Beauty >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan
Fleeting Beauty >>>
blue heron perch on branch
a few feet above tiny lake
waiting for fish to breathe
she's too quiet like a wood
her shadow casting on water
as sun rises; she moves away
spreading her wide wingspan
I look up; such gentle glide
so smooth not so much noise
could a plane do like that?
landed on hill, close wings
she look at me as if saying
'can you do that you human'
I am impress, I love birds
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4/19/2024 9:58:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Birds are always a source of inspiration and a symbol of freedom for man. Well written.