This House Is Empty (Tanka)

Poem By Dennis Lambert

This house is empty.
I wander about all day,
And I think of you:
Trying to stand where you've been,
Where your perfume lingers still.

Comments about This House Is Empty (Tanka)

very nice Dennis, I'll have to give the Tanka form a try. Peace, Kenneth


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