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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Time beyond thought's sight
as this dance grasps few eyes
and World's Waltz Wanders
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Thank you Doug. If we could see time beyond our thoughts, would we still be dancing?
Adelaide
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