Thursday, August 13, 2009

Zhivago's tanka

why does
tearing apart the wooden fence
deserve sour stares
as cold as a heap of snow
in relentless season?

The altered version as follows;

for a humble heat
a firewood ripped off
of the fence
but your sour stares
even colder than the snow


Lampineung, August 13, 2009

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