When Rain Won'T Come Poem by Manonton Dalan

When Rain Won'T Come



i can feel wilting leaves
dry, rough to touch, warm
soil has been deprive moist
i look for rain, ain't coming
too clear up in sky, feathers
clouds roam a distant blue

dust fly following my sole
some sticking lightly; fine
burning sensation rise to me
my nose, uncomfortable breathe
mud cake on my face, i'm brown
also my hair a sandy blond

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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