Fleeting sun and lights,
Faces, things, sounds and smells
The stale stinking bride.
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mosques, eyes and worries
thieves, sects, schools and informers,
heart slips.
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muffled and loud noises
voices, engines horns and songs
far and near drums
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~My Tanka poem~
poor, cool laborers
lies, rods, knives and limbs
ready to maim and kill
contractors or masters and a wink,
a mouth shuts and many blinks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem