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my perfect garden
til a deer and her fawn
nibble on the hosts:
the flash of anger gone
when they turn and look at me
Treveni
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...
4 comments:
Nice one Adelaide.
Much💛love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelaide
that glance to my lens
her cub stepped into shadows
easy steps away
... Let me wonder, is it sha-DOWS... or sha-DOZE?
Smiles.... ! _m
the young ones are a bit shy
Thanks Doug
Adelaide
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