Breaking from the stem,
Words crack like the ends of leaves.
My petals fall slow,
Being collected by theives.
I will rise again in spring.
YOU ARE READING
Why I can't sleep at night sometimes
Poetrya book of poetry for late night restless hearts
a tanka
Breaking from the stem,
Words crack like the ends of leaves.
My petals fall slow,
Being collected by theives.
I will rise again in spring.
