Progressing Time Poem by Manonton Dalan
Progressing Time
I was talking to a lady today
her eyes seems to be so lonely
while i listen her long story
her face changes shade of pink
almost close to a melon drink
everything cut short for a wink
wondering if eyes started focus
or her relaxing from tense work
why am i watching her face anyway
i am reading lips; hearing escape
maybe that melon drink up my sugar
i became normal after a few sips
manager of restaurant.
i was talking to her
while i wait for my
order.
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