In exile, this black daylight, can I knock on a wall of silence to make the sound of protest?
in my throat
words just well up...
shrill of cicadas
Will the sky hold my thoughts? Looking out the window, I see a paper bag floating in the wind.
Haibun Today, 6:2, June 2012
One Man's Maple Moon: Dove's Nest Tanka by Samantha Sirimanne Hyde
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*English Original*
on the sill's edge
rests a dove's flimsy nest
how hard
the rite of passage
to arrive at this new land
*Eucalypt*, 26, 2019
Samantha Si...
