Foot-Prints>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

i feel rain on my cheeks
splatters, blown by wind
i try to, to hide my face
fills my ear, it tickles
i rush beneath tall trees
am home guarded by leaves
lean on trunk slide down
sitting on rock old block

so quiet so warm speechless
deer tracks, droppings, sigh
someone is making this shelter
i shouldn't stay longer than
rain pouring; when it subside
i will walk away so carefully
leaving my scent, my thoughts
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