Breathing Fresh Morning Poem by Manonton Dalan

Breathing Fresh Morning



crimson glow patches
littered morning sky
high winds pushing
giant black curtain
slow enough to notice
chimney smoke feathering

pace footsteps coming
muffled by nice rubber
ear plug-in to music
totally isolated; robot
oh! i have done my rest
me too has to keep going

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 13 May 2014

Manonton nice work Amazing poetic skills here

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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