suddenly awake
to see a sharp sickle
hanging low
in the winter sky...
I grasp the edge of my dream
Favorite Tanka, Siloh Tanka Contest
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I grasp the edge of my dream Chen-ou Liu (Canada)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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