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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Untitled Tanka

I crave a northbound
road to unhaunted landscapes,
worries left behind,
to where a soft wind rises
over and quiets my mind.

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1 comment:

Jenny from the cellblock said...

Been looking for the right words today. Knew I would find some here. "Unhaunted" = yes. To find such a thing. Thank you, Poet.

August 23, 2015 at 10:54 AM

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