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MY TANKA
my feet pain and my
mid-age heart nearly leaps
out as i climb this great wall
the laughters i hear echo
in the hills like the cries of builders
this realisation that
poetry is a narcisistic
endeavour, that like rainbow
it soon fades out on its own
in the sky
this light that dashes
across the sky, how fated
we are since the first day
it made this trip across space
i make a most ridiculous wish
wishes, wishes, wishes
the thick joss stick fumes
trailing unceasingly into sky
our hearts that would fly
with them for wishes to be granted
the wind keeps blowing
over the footsteps
spilling sand into them
the spilt milk i try
not to cry over anymore
leaves spiral on
this spot where we
parted years ago
the soft rhythm that triggers
again that tremor in my heart
