Hands That Makes Them Poem by Manonton Dalan

Hands That Makes Them

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sounds of flute heard on mountainside
where eagle swoop on their hapless prey
put every-body's heart in one mold of day
while working on their fields for century
when tired chewing coca leaves and nuts
sun could be so fierce but they knows what

when darkness comes, rest is welcome
for others it's just beginning, roasting beans
to unique flavor from rocky soil and leaves
with dances, stories, drinks mixed with night
smiles happily clings to their heart's desires
and tomorrow belongs to you, coffee lovers


(050111)

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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