I On The Ridge Poem by Manonton Dalan

I On The Ridge



when towering lips
touch mighty sky
churns to tears
but wasn't a cry

drip slowly, seen afar
etch on jaded green
through cracks, rocks
so clear we could see

silent noises sip deep
reaching joyous roots
to a beautiful bloom
there it is princess born

Sunday, January 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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