Saturday, 16 April 2016

Tanka

It rains on the pond
As it rains down your face
But wait they are tears
Fall came he left you behind
Spring will bring him back to you.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWriMo 2016
TSL, Tanka, 25
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