Tanka of the Day (10.09.2018)
What haunts in the night may be the secret. Don't sleep.
Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica
Moving past the diurnals
Snoring loud and clear
The clock hits 5:00, therefore it's dawn
Now the Nocturnals Drowsed away
And the heavens cry heavy, skies traced with grey, nocturnal beauty amidst the chasm. Thoughts some unheard, sorrows beneath the solemn of whites; ensconced verses of a lover's life.