New Year's Eve
his paper coffee cup
collects first snowflakes
home alone
a roof icicle holds
first morning sun
PoemHunter Jan. 18, 2013
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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