A Tanka Set
The feeling of love is [not] something that is transient or can be tarnished by the works of time -paraphrasingSreoshi Sengupta
strawberry juice
drips from a corner
of her mouth
on this sultry night
the taste of my first love
barefoot
in the cherry blossom rain
with heart abandoned
my first taste
of a passing love
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Strawberry juice drips from a corner of her mouth on this sultry night.Nice imagery used.Deeper sensing poem.Thanks for sharing.I invite you to read my poem Sad death of a butterfly. Regards.