used to being side by side;
withered bunch of blooms
forgotten by you, by me —
how do we say our goodbyes?
A Farewell Tanka
Poetry by Maryanne Lobaton | February 8, 2009
Poetry by Maryanne Lobaton | February 8, 2009
used to being side by side;
withered bunch of blooms
forgotten by you, by me —
how do we say our goodbyes?