Sep 2016
I'll begin with one
Question, gazing up this night,
For more than distant
Cold in the silences of stars,
"Are you devoid with being?"
Question, gazing up this night,
For more than distant
Cold in the silences of stars,
"Are you devoid with being?"
My First tanka.
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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