No one knows my name
A Tanka Poem
I met an old flame
building up emotions past the threshold can lead to self-strangulation pursuing creative endeavors can empty us and make life fulfilling
Mr. Hughes, your calm,Cool faced river persists inAsking for a kiss.But do you know? can you sayWhere she carries her…
Darkness closes inAs the west swallows the sunAnd the light gives way.When the sun returns, if itRises without me, Farewell.