*Tanka XXXII*
A call crawled by me,
soft, rhythmic, seeped in spree,
lured taunted ticker
and made of it shrew shudder.
When I looked, twas love’s hewn hymn.
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Note: Of lanky love.
Tanka XXXII
Life leads to many directions, ancestral trail leads you to the progenitors.
Ancestral Trail 