hear the cricket song
the prostitute sings for me
beautiful chirping
tomorrow i must send her
tanka written on a fan
Another effort in a slightly different vein
in the pale moonlight
i find my way to her house
no one else at home
we share our illicit love
tomorrow we are strangers
True to form! Together today and strangers the next day! That's how it is! Chuckles JzB!
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You really dived deep into that love poetry... the second one is amazing.
ReplyDeleteWow-just look at the beauty of these lines!Fantastic:-)
ReplyDeleteYou did a great job on tanka ... so close to how it's meant to be ... a secret love-letter.
ReplyDeleteGreat tanka... loved them both.
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