And a tanka Posted on April 14, 2012 by Mikels Skele A change of seasons Buzzards blown too low to scan Brooding calm descends Old wounds begin to open I tap my fingers and wait Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related
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