Manonton Dalan Poems

early; i open my window
to let my room breathe
instead i hear cricket
could be a love call
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muted ruffling from wings
slowly going deep an opening
surrounded by pinky flesh
scented you can't cease
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warm grain of sweat rolls
over her innocent face
a bare iron grille window
looking on her old chair
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i know you're watching crystal ball
with eyes close clinching your fist
pictures coming out of you, so clear
you miss me but for a moment unsure
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i see wings scattered on grass
flesh is gone slowly eaten by ants
sad fate for once gliding creature
up above trees; wilderness treasure
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so many words i have written
very few of them i have spoken
i love silence inside my room
so small but still call my home
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i can hear falling rain
but i can't see where
where it's coming
i can see water flowing
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lone eagle on bridge overlooking lake
spread her majestic wings to wind breeze
i watch her in awe; staring at me; i'm bigger
with a quick leap floated in air; endless
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sails compete for space
like dancing rose petals
so many colors beautiful
filling up wide harbor
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when i see trees lining up
i am home; aloft at that
so green after weeks of rain
grass as well; surrounding
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