monotonous fall
of winter waves
on the sandy beach ...
Father murmurs to me,
We'll die one day, each alone
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
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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