She’s sitting alone
In this gloomy empty room
One sedate midnight
As the crescent moon smiles
Her flawed heart silently cries
Because you've found me ;)
She’s sitting alone
In this gloomy empty room
One sedate midnight
As the crescent moon smiles
Her flawed heart silently cries
This is a sweet pod of pure poetic verse. Nice 🙂
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Hi 🙂 thank you for liking my work ❤ I appreciate it 🙂 thanks ❤
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You are good at this.
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Thank you :))
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So does Tanka mean alone in your language?
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Nope .. It means short poem… It’s a Japanese word anyway:)
*ask Google for more info:) lol
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Aha! That ‘Tanka’… no wonder it sounded familiar.
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((: Hehe.. Yah :))
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bravo
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:)) thanks
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I love tankas, but I find them notoriously difficult to pen. Great job!
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Thank you :))
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I am in love with EVERYTHING you write!
~Sea
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Thank you 🙂 I also love yours ❤ esp. the ones about autumn … They're awesome !
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Awww beautiful writing… impeccable
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thanks 🙂 that means a lot .. I’m so glad you like it 🙂
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The gratitude is mine.. 🙂
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So simple yet great imagery. Very good.
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thank you 🙂 I’m so flattered ! 🙂 ❤
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Any time. Keep it up am enjoying your work.
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Gorgeous words.
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thank you 🙂 ❤
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Must go now and do Hurricane Irma preparedness stuff and did not see you on richwrapper until just minutes to go and closing down…but Alone blew me away and had to blog and like and say thanks for the great poem. Will be back electicity willing.
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Omg. Yeah. I’ve heard about that.. my best wishes for everyone’s safety over there.. please do take care. And thank you also for taking time to comment on this post. Keep safe and Godspeed ❤
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My favorite hurricane: not. Actually Typhoon Kate, spent in a small bunker atop a lone hill west of DaNang, South Vietnam in November of 1970. Caught a medical-evacuation ride out of there just as the eyewall hit us for a very entertaining helicopter ride back to the Air Force’s hospital where the showers were hot (and the food as well) and few took umbrage over hosting an orphan Marine reporter/photographer…especially one carring a six pack of beer in his packframe’s cavernous sack. When I got back to that hill, the 20-mile long, six-mile wide valley was 10-30 feet deep in floodwaters. War called off (mostly) on account of rain. May it rainlikethat everwhere man wars.
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This is really beautiful!
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Very beautiful
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Well brought out. Very picturesque. Anand Bose from Kerala
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