A Refugee of Poetry
musings on life and its many possibilities
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
[tanka]
fading dusk and greeting stars
in the last perfumed drops of evening
I bend and softly kiss your eyes
to open to the morning sun, waken
into a lover’s dream of day
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