A Tanka, A Haiku

In evening’s dewfall
When light turns itself away,
Windows golden glow;
People slow themselves to think,
Believing love hearts will link.


The water whispers
A song as slow passing by
Geese produce wavelets.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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