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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.
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array