Tanka # 168

At night
she sends me fireflies
to tickle my dreams
with the plume
of desire

~

I love you
without moderation,
like a river
that knows only
its longing for the sea.

~

Through the window
a ray of moonlight
falls upon my notebook
lighting amid the words
the candle of your name

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