It’s that dreadful time,
between sending a message,
and the small reply…
Category Archive: Tanka
I often wonder,
when I write these little things,
about what I make…
We are not machines,
with inner gears and engines,
maybe not perfect…
To be different,
than what we currently are,
we don’t have to change…
When the birds fly high,
I wonder how it feels there,
as they rise above…
If it’s not working,
and protocol doesn’t help,
it’s time for changing…
It’s the best feeling,
that I can’t describe with words,
drifting in the sea…
Learning is not just,
details to be memorized,
passing noise, debris…
If you want to grow,
stronger and wiser and old,
always remember…
Take heart everyone,
good will come around again,
if we all stand tall…
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