030710 Winding Road Poem by Manonton Dalan

030710 Winding Road



winding road to the top
i can hear gears grind
while i push my behind
deep in soft cushion
my knuckles turn white
as the bus gain height
my ears become deaf
i have to blow my nose
to hear it pop to norm
trees get shorter
wind gets colder
i could feel relief
happy to be safe
from those excitement

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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