Manonton Dalan

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World Of Their Own - Poem by Manonton Dalan

i saw squeamish kid
pushing stick on dirt
burrowing leaving lines
i follow stick bony limbs
piano ribs, dull eyes
poor boy where's mom

i try to get closer, agitated
run away to woods, hide
i feel sorry i startled him
i left my drinks on tree trunk
i walk away, a distance from
he refuse, disappear to hills


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

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