Tanka the seventeenth

Leave the door ajar

Look at it from time to time

Hoping you’ll walk in

And cover the sores I wear

By lightly brushing my hair

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-10-23 at 17:41

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This is just as lovely as number seven.