Seventy-Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
quarantined
for two more weeks
in the attic
we're all alone together:
me, my shadow and my echo
PoemHunter. June 10 2020
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