Standing before me,
Your blue eyes pierce my sad soul,
While mine decieve me.
I reach out, but you are smoke
Fading faster with each swipe.
It’s been a while (far too long)! This tanka was written for RonovanWrites Week 136: Eye and Fade. Please read and comment! And don’t forget to check out the other wonderful writings from this week.
Good tanka it is…
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Thank you sir
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