Still-Is-Swanny>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

remember when
games are played
under pouring rain
when thunder claps
are drums in sky
lightning flashes
paint faces in fear
yes, still is

i know when i saw
you that very day
when wind is naughty
blowing everything
each every which way
we were watching kites
flaunting their marvels
so many colors; dancing

we chase not shadows
but noises of other kids
like we do; so beautiful
so fresh happiness to see
things are all fun whatever
could be; ahh! still is
i see you smiling so am i