Three New Senryu, I Think Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Three New Senryu, I Think



Senryu

Perfect rose shivers
Fears being picked at dawn
And fade in a vase

Senryu

Perfect attraction
Breathless, ravenous sex
Delightful madness


Senryu

Perfect marriage
One is fondly remembered
The other wears black

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