Monday, June 10, 2013

A Tanka for my sista, tank.

~Tanka, it'is like a haiku, but with more syllables, I never heard of it until my sister wrote one. So here goes. enjoy!!

MARE  

There she is raging.
The ebb and flow, in and out
Smell the saltiness
Temper changes in one instant
And I sit watching alone

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