Tag: tanka
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Day 28
alike from afar but endlessly varied stitches line the edges of all we touch of our made being
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Day 26
long ago atop this wooded hill, breeze tossing leaves, Emerson’s pages ruffling, a habitat discovered
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Day 25
even the sundial loses all track of time following the breeze swarm through our sea of fresh pine needles
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Day 22
starry white droplets line tree branches, fragile, falling, constellations, signs, against March’s gray realm
