Source: A BLANKET OF MIST
Falling into the void
With a thunder of a thousand lions
Reverberating down jagged gorge dividers,
Diving and cutting strong shake
Into a distraught deluge;
However the better hazy beads
Surge above like an overwhelming ovation
To God for a creation
Just his hands could make.
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Source: Ghosts #tanka
Source: winter in the wood