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Magdalena Dale, RO
 

 

 

 

Tanka


Unutterable yearning
in pursuit of happiness
always on the way…
a wave which come back
dashing against the rock.

 

 

Day after day
a yearning in my soul
a calling…
this lime in blossom
only in my day dream

 

 

deep in my heart
my dreams are more acute
a remembrance?
I still feel the thrill
of the gentle touch

 

 

Birds of passage
stopped from their flying…
pure thoughts
in the fragrant chalice
of our hearts

 

 

Still of the night
between crickets and stars
this yearning…
always looking for love
but nevermore with you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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