Maybe Late Poem by Manonton Dalan

Maybe Late



gently raised my hand
like bidding for price
i wish i am, just asking
if possible to exchange
pleasantries for awhile
later was all i could hear

my fingers on my chest
this day not really best
hope still there for rest
maybe i write few bits
while sun is asleep
waiting for dawn late

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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