Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Tanka in April

minstrels
painted on the garden wall
growing faint...
how one loses his eyes
to the rain

*

secretly
i increase the distance
between us...
all i have to do
is blow up the bridge

*

losing you
in the tumult
of a dream
your soft smile
breaking into shards 

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