I slipped out of dreams
Mind wandering into the
Mornings glow and I
Forgot what year it is and
What your voice sounds like doves coo
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Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
I slipped out of dreams
Mind wandering into the
Mornings glow and I
Forgot what year it is and
What your voice sounds like doves coo
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