Muted Lips Poem by Manonton Dalan

Muted Lips



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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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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