the scent
of summer breeze
my gaze fixed
on an eagle soaring
higher and higher
The Bamboo Hut, 1, 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
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