the mist hugs the trees
the grey clouds are so thick
the moon cannot lick
her white line down a river
flowing on and on unseen
Tanka on Tuesday
the grey clouds are so thick
the moon cannot lick
her white line down a river
flowing on and on unseen
Tanka on Tuesday
Beautiful. I can see moonlight on water that would be there if not for the grayness.
ReplyDeletenice lorna...but sad that the moon cannot shine along the river. clear away grey clouds! =)
ReplyDeleteVery sensual. A different hazy love.
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