Newest Tanka...And Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Newest Tanka...And



Tanka

When we make love
I look up and see the ceiling
It needs painting
What do you see my dear?
Me, I look straight into hell.



Saying

A good poet
Borrows,
A great poet
Steals

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