NaPoWriMo 11 – You

For day 11, love talk.

 

You – tanka

The moon it seemed had

lit up the wings of the wind

pale ebullience

but my soul knows it is You.

Everywhere I go it’s You.

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NaPoWriMo 10 – Escape

For day 10, some moontalk.

 

Escape – tanka

The sickle moon hung

there like a fallen question.

How do I escape

the safety of gravity

for the nothingness of space?

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