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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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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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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