Manonton Dalan Poems

i can feel the call of the sea
the rustling waves coming to me
soaking my feet to a soothing chill
i tip toe as i watch passing sail
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i gave you a push
you raise your legs
onto handlebar
gliding down
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staring at group of clouds
forming above me, a shelter
of my wandering mind lately
sometimes i gather words
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i can sense sorrow
from deep within-
gripping every flesh
attach to your bones
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clouds appeared in winter moon
smirking arcs in mids of a moan
shivering cold highlights moment
steaming breath and fading scent
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as i open the window to the sea
beautiful, giant rock inviting me
shape like an egg upright and shiny
they call it sugar lobe of the bay
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when sky is clear
many wings up there
we wish we have one
to join all their fun
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on my hand is metal cylinder
where, when put together it
will compress enough energy
to freeze your yearlong food
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silence has tight grip
on my surroundings again
sudden change of temperature
quiets feathered friends
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thin sharp blade of grass
pointing straight up, why
piercing sky for some rain
dragon flies flying so low
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