Manonton Dalan Biography

street lights are still lit up
as she fills my coffee cup
with same greeting everyday
"how's your mom doing today? "
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i know-
you won’t join me
beneath the moon
to taste ferments
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more... i heard
your passion
pigmenting new desire
as sweet as grapes
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certain stillness up above
harmony after raindrop
birds start singing again
trees dripping wet; clean
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you always tell me
what’s broken yesterday
chanting of hateful memory
yet you never ask
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