Soul-Purifying >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

staring at group of clouds
forming above me, a shelter
of my wandering mind lately
sometimes i gather words
clinging to those trailers
feather like towed by big one
my canvas where i painted
my very thoughts just for me

i could have wandered to beach
just a few footprints away, yes
so many are there today chasing
waves, sunbathing, getting away
from reality or plain relaxing
whatever it feels good, i try
today on this open space alone
i have beauty of heaven above me