Wandering Me Poem by Manonton Dalan
Wandering Me
i curl like a ball beneath fabric
chasing a good sleepy dawn
i could have open my mind early
wandering in wilderness of q's
some were hard to answer; i
stretch my legs keeping blood flow
window is like a lady very enticing
to look beyond canopy of my room
searching swatches of darkness; i
begin to think who is there at this time
could she be looking inside wondering
what am i doing this early of morning
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