Monday, October 10, 2011

Dead leaves tanka

listen to goodbyes
as dead leaves off the branches
and i hear you weep
for the waves leaving the shore
or the words you cannot keep?

when it was the rain
fell on the plain where
lambs are grassing
writing a poetry 'bout love
more about drifting clouds

pray for rain
you whisper as we walk
across the plain
october breeze hisses
the echo from desolate moor

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