Japanese Seasons Tanka and Haiku from thirteen centuries |
Showing posts with label tanka. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tanka. Show all posts
Monday, December 12, 2022
Sunday, October 21, 2018
She
While she is sleeping
A moonlit dreamscape her face.
Watching her in awe
Her beauty makes me breathless.
Her love is my oxygen.
A moonlit dreamscape her face.
Watching her in awe
Her beauty makes me breathless.
Friday, May 25, 2018
Friday is Skyday
Sunset of a life. Still plans. Still lots of desire. And a status quo. One has to change some things then. Those, left behind might be shocked.* |
* Someone recently said:
Those affected, those left behind, may it happen after two years or after 42, will never understand. You will always be the bad woman, the bad guy.
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Friday is Skyday,
photography,
Poetry,
sunset,
tanka
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