(A Tanka Prose)
When I first tasted her kiss, it was like spring water coming from the green slopes of a hill. For six years, her succulent words quenched my thirst. Now, the spring of our life starts to run dry.
she tells a lie
to conceal another
at the banquet
I stack oyster shells
one inside the other
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She tells a lie! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.