collection of past tanka

I pick myself up
in the midst of foreign masks
I disappear
the past echoing in my tracks
as I reach runaway lane


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I miss your presence
You, who never existed
just an idea
born in my wandering thoughts
in search of a missing rhyme

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I am a blank page
not yet thoughtfully written
and yet, I'm nothing
but a shredded vintage piece
adorned with unread scribbles

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Struggling alone
in the cruelty of silence
Heart begging to live
but it's not my blood in these veins
I bought them for free from God

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Look around you, Love
wind, grass, sunlight, all beckon
for you to be here
to melt my lonely winter
and show me your spring cottage

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My feet are not strong
I walk across this river
Summer breeze binds
You're standing right there, Love
yet my feet give in, I drown

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If I grabbed your hand
and whispered into your ears
would the sky come down
and embrace our weak bodies
to carry us as we dance?