Manonton Dalan

Gold Star - 31,753 Points (virginia, usa)

Muted Lips - Poem by Manonton Dalan

there is pretty swallow
whispers to farmers ears
when rain, rain comes
by swiftly flying very low
almost touching ground
one day she hits barb wire

i was waiting for same
but never came to me
i end up walking to sea
listening to drifting mist
i raise my hand, got wet
seaweeds is like carpet


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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