Tanka
Roses like soft rain
Deluge kills them brutally
Fallen pale petals
Drowning in a pool of regrets
As rain makes furrows in soil
Senryu
Floor cleaners are
Floor managers, wear logos
But pay is lousy.
Senryu
A man from Timor
Selling flowers to lovers
Lives on rejections
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