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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 White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal