Tanka the first

A smile like flowers

Hidden behind the thorns that

Prick when picked quickly

I have bled too much so now

I must learn to be gentle




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-09-19 at 19:28

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Good to see you back. Nice work.
2017-09-23


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
So soft and gentle it feels like a caress.
very nice writing!
Ashe
2017-09-20


Kathy Lockhart
Hello, Sameen! It's nice to see you're back.
Very nicely done. I really enjoyed this. :)
2017-09-20


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Sameen, a very good work.
Ken
2017-09-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice.
2017-09-20


shells
I hope it won't be the last, this has such grace.
2017-09-19


Christopher Fernie
Dear Sameen,

I love the gentle modesty of this beautiful piece; the repentant poet is a worthy being.

Cheers,

Chris
2017-09-19