Last-Sleep >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Last-Sleep >>>



she laid her head
against a tree bark
so quiet in winter
wind blowing swift
sleeping through
as sun rises to glee
hasn't move all day

she probably doesn't
even know in her deep
sleep that everything
stop in her flesh yet
her claws still buried
on branch not letting go
her feathers still shines

Friday, January 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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