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Another tanka focusing on my minor cold symptoms. I know I probably shouldn't be over-dramatic about things like that but it's still fun to write about in my opinion.
#Heart #Heart #Ill #Illness #PeaceSick #Stone #Tanka #VestigialVestigial
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors