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Karina Klesko, US
 

 

 

 

Tanka

 

late afternoon,
blossoms fall
from the lemon tree
i look around
and all is gone

 

 

swarms of dragonflies
cross the meadow
a halo of moonlight
disappears, suddenly
one with darkness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Additional Poems by Karina Klesko

 

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