a soft breeze
carrying a faint sweetness
I think of you
as you tend the roses
you so loved
Moonbathing
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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a rose blossomed
tells the beautiful story
of young love
the admiration of
one to the other
much💚love
Thank you Gillena for the lovely tanka
Adelaide
__ Dear Adelaide, I thank you for your thought of Natures seeding, in below's echo. _m
Season's flower cores
float away on springs rivers
natures investment
Thank you, Doug. I sometimes see flowers in the strangest places. Nature has a way of providing the beauty.
Adelaide
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