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It is very ironic that I am posting a poem, but the urge was sparked by a lovely piece of work I saw. Actually, the first thing I read on this site. A simple, beautiful haiku called White Roses, by Gerard Lebel. This happens to be a Japanese Tanka I did in English this year. By no means a masterpiece, but then what can you expect from a girl with little experience, and virtually none in poetry? It is what it is.
Note: Also, a big thank you to the aforementioned writer for pointing my typo out to me. I would have never caught it. :)


Submitted:Jan 24, 2008    Reads: 175    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


Lovers, like weak streams,
rush into the broad river
of blind ignorance,
and through the muddy shallows
of lust and false forevers.




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