Tag: tanka

not an angel but a white butterfly dancing in the drizzle

the morning after light rays shredded by the razor teeth of rough tides

a hunger so cruel even the moon runs from i

freed from umbra the moon paints her face red

blood moon even the crows dare not speak

celestial bodies remind us of how insignificant we are

a different kind of darkness at dusk

before the eclipse the rain throws a tantrum

taking in a deep breath of river flies

like water under the bridge the seasons flow