Tanka XLIV

Tanka XLIV

If love’s what she feigns
then why give Nymph’s to the dame?
Or the rogue’s to priests,
that which damp rent rage of spree!
Why spur to smother the ray?
’20:10:04:18:41

Note: Of unrequited love.

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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