Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Three tanka

sleeps too deep
or so it seems to me
roadside mimosa
her diamond earrings glisten
with the first light

the scent of cut hay
from the harvested field
you shall set it free
once you said about my dream
that sleeps in a heap of grass

we lose them 
one after another
after certain age*
will you catch me
when i'm a falling petal

*Inspired by Murakami's 1Q84

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