how quick the years pass

how fragile the days remain

like flowers that fade

or love in the morning rain

they shall be a memory now

I like to learn new poetic forms. The one above is called a “tanka”.  It is similar to a haiku, but with 5 lines. Here is another one:

 

I hear the music

softly from the radio

soothing the evening

like a hand on fevered brow

beckoning me to dreamland.

With that I say good night. I shall try to post again tomorrow.

 

 

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