Dad played piano melodies wandered but he was steady he was too shy to dance me I love to dance the gates of heaven open time wears downas pulse gets weaker and feet can’t keep on beat a sitar drones . . . Dad I wonder does this sadden you as you recall theContinue reading “A Message~ Tanka Series”
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Genie Nakano 