Haiga: Black & White
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Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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Bravo nice tanka Adelaide
Much💖love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelaide
as our life stone leans
nature paints this path of sight
such day filled circles
__ We wander... natures changing pathways. _m
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