Where's My Cup Poem by Manonton Dalan
Where's My Cup
orange burning before my eyes
hanging on skinny naked branch
snow gently floating downpour
frozen blade of grass floor
sad clouds over my head move
slowly everything turning bright
gush of wind like of a whisper
snow-kiss so soft it linger
footprints lead to back door
deep and it came back for more
smoke from chimney curls up
breathe of life; warm to start
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