we stand still
hands together
falling petals
a shadow
of that summer kiss
crescent moon
autumn dawn
the night that has passed
stays in me
first snow
on a blade of grass
her three words
July/August 2010 issue of Sketchbook
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
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