Devil don’t worry,
I slide in through the moonlight.
Dancing the shadows.
A whisper spun into spell,
a call through hundreds of years.
Poem written in Tanka form.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Devil don’t worry,
I slide in through the moonlight.
Dancing the shadows.
A whisper spun into spell,
a call through hundreds of years.
Poem written in Tanka form.
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