Not Lost in Translation:
(Tanka, Reverse Tanka and Tanka)
So far from the town,
She'd just watch the Sun go down;
At the cusp of dusk,
Flowed the full bloodied, bloodred Rose
In the waters of the riv'r.
In the dark and dreary night,
The Moon was but full hollowed;
Under the pillow,
The virgin sheet of paper
Again got baptised.
Her despair and fear
Didn't get lost in translation—
Nor her unsaid love.
And hope was just midnight Sun,
Sleep was itself in slumber.
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