to all the seashells tanka
to all the seashells— I set fire to the rain, watched it fall as I caressed your face
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Tonight
Tonight And I, have runaway to tell you– tonight God weeps in my hands. Call me, exiled tonight. Where are you now? Who lives in your arms tonight? Whom else from rapture’s street will you unarm tonight? My contenders for your love– you’ve invited them all? This is mere offense, an alarm tonight. Your treacherous love will be my harm tonight. I can’t flee your imaginary charms tonight. Love will not be familiar to my arms tonight. I’ll try to break out of your arms tonight.
aroma of history Tanka
aroma of history, boiling water and a pinch of sage— life's triumph in the thick forest of a Japanese town
