Manonton Dalan Poems

barely 9am, we are waiting
for supply truck to come
i was at restaurant eating
when street lit up with ems
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i keep going to that grass hut
nobody was there except light
i'm scared to get in, i walk away
not even looking back, strange
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ginger has been half consume
salad bowl were being replenish
when we step by receptionist
usher was rushing us to alleys
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soft brown grass
covered patch
white balls landed
in groups of threes
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we are subjected to barrage
of situation arising from needs
fierce competition of our time
priority which one should be
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feeling of uncertainty
befall a loving heart
maybe weakened
from the very start
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i sit by an old man
listening to stories
they came to shake
his wrinkled hand
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my god is writing in sky
whispering wind does fly
gray clouds lower, it should
touch mountains with bolt
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i'm staring at wallpaper
apple green; scattered
flower like leaf on desert
on left discolored corner
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Sudden heat wave
Pelted my skin
Suck all my will
I'm sleepy tired
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