I love you
on the tip of my tongue
spring drizzle
fleeting summer dream
between the spoken
and unspoken
my first taste
of make-up sex
crimson leaves
thundersnow
rumbling in the distance
her parting words
NeverEnding Story, September 19, 2014
A Room of My Own: All the Feelings Tanka
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I was told
to hide all the feelings
once grown --
carrying this silver casket
I shed tears for her, and me
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka ...
