Sands (Tanka)


West wind whispering
Goodbye to a citrine sun
Tropical farewell
Feeling the white beach
Running through our bare toes
Like the sands of time

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10 thoughts on “Sands (Tanka)

  1. “Running through our bare toes
    Like the sands of time” – Richard M. Ankers. Ce este viața unui om? Timpul scurs? O bătaie de fluture. Iar noi călătorim, călătorim incognito risipind semințe pe drum, plajă şi dreptul la o piatră rotundă.

    Prea repede se schimbă-n pleoape pasărea nopții ca şi cum acelaşi trup ar mângâia fecund şirul nesfârşit al aripilor înălțate prematur peste astre. Stare de spirit.

      1. Yay! thank you. I will look forward to it.You know my all time favorite from your collection. Narcissus!

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