Beyond scalding heat,
Drifting in the lush blueness,
A luscious cool moon;
Lying on the sandy beach,
Soft ripples caress my toes.
Anita Bacha
Happy reading my dear friends.
Cool Moon – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha
Tag: tanka poem
Sun Is Going Down – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha
Sun is going down,
Silvery ripples yo-yo,
Neath catamaran,
Morn waves roar and crash on shore,
On horizon sailing boats .
Thank you for viewing and reading, dear friends.
Happy Saturday.
Happy Summer Day.
Anita Bacha.
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