tanka
in the cool morning
the last whippoorwill cries out
mist in dew drenched fields
the Sun lifts his great eyelid
and bids the Night Gods farewell
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Thanks for the comments Steve. This was my first try at a tanka...
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Lisa C Bassignani
Tue 30th Apr 2019 17:11
Thanks Steve. I think that's one of the best compliments I've ever received