Jun 2015
The black spinning wheel
tells my eyes what your red shirt
Whispers to the breeze
softly on your skin it breathes
you look back but say nothing
tells my eyes what your red shirt
Whispers to the breeze
softly on your skin it breathes
you look back but say nothing
My *attempt* at tanka poetry! Fingers crossed my second grade claps for syllables were accurate! ;)
