
*Tanka XLIII*
Twas a speck I saw,
whether of dust or gaunt gores,
I couldn’t simply tell,
and then birthed was the spell,
which in my ticker made pores.
’20:10:01:20:26
Note: of lanky love.
Life leads to many directions, ancestral trail leads you to the progenitors.

*Tanka XLIII*
Twas a speck I saw,
whether of dust or gaunt gores,
I couldn’t simply tell,
and then birthed was the spell,
which in my ticker made pores.
’20:10:01:20:26
Note: of lanky love.