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tanka #1

November 13, 2009

I am hopeful with love
when you show me her work
my heart dies
for in the words she wrote
is the passion you both share

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One comment

  1. Your words cut me – for even though I don’t want there to be any correlation, any connecting fiber, I am You and You are Me.

    What should be just a poem is torture for me as I Relive. But that’s the beauty of a good verse, is it not?



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