Sickle Moon Tanka Poem by Chen-ou Liu

Sickle Moon Tanka



suddenly awake
to see a sharp sickle
hanging low
in the winter sky...
I grasp the edge of my dream


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I grasp the edge of my dream Chen-ou Liu (Canada)

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