sleep begins
to brush at the edge
of my thought:
when it comes to living,
dying is the easy part
Bamboo Hut, Autumn 2015
One Man’s Maple Moon: This Life Tanka by Peggy Heinrich
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*English Original*
strange, this life
no parents no mate no boss
to struggle against,
at night I fall asleep
to a chorus of frogs
*Simply Haiku*, 9:1, Spri...
