Aug 2018
Rustling in swiftly
The gust fills my empty soul
Hustling through, sweeping
The gloom-ridden dark edges
Leaves keeping me warm
©sim
The gust fills my empty soul
Hustling through, sweeping
The gloom-ridden dark edges
Leaves keeping me warm
©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
(41/F/Fiji Islands)
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