feeling alone
with a moonlit chill ...
even the silence
in my attic room
has its own voice
Atlas Poetica, 30, 2017
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
from ...
