illusions

[Tanka]

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watching
the unsullied dawn
her blushed smile
he gifts her
a red corundum

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in starlight
she hunts all corners
for her lost coins
these alleys weren’t vague
last full moon night

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differ
from the worldly-minded
silver sickle tells her
spinning dreamy threads
could be great occupation

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(c)Arunansu Banerjee