You come and go with no traces left
as the flame of my heart rises and falls
You laugh and cry with no sounds heard
as the beat of my heart waxes and wanes
Distressed in the wake of a dream
I hear time passing in the sound of snow
Winter 2010 issue of Rust+Moth.
One Man's Maple Moon: Fruit Tanka by Kala Ramesh
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*English Original*
mother laments
being old and bent
I see her
as a curved branch
laden with fruit
*the unseen arc*, 2017
Kala Ramesh
*Chinese Tran...
