Down through the ages
I slept and waited for you
Hoping you’d return
But you never did, I stand
Singing on death’s dark beaches.
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Down through the ages
I slept and waited for you
Hoping you’d return
But you never did, I stand
Singing on death’s dark beaches.
Learn about Tanka poetry.