Tanka # 210

She didn’t feel
the frost on her skin
until it melted
under the warmth
of his fingertips

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مشّطتُ شعرها على مهل
وقبّلت الندى على كتفيها
ثم جلست بينما استلقت هيَ
وأمسكتُ القلم وسال الشعر
حبرا على بشرتها

~

Things break,
people die,
friends and lovers
go into the night
and return no more.

Haiku # 667 | Tanka # 199

On the occasion of the ending year.

The years passing by…
a chasm deepening
in the cave of my solitude

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New Year’s Eve…
in the family album
the faces gone by

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Last night of the year…
another leaf falls
into the fire of my longing

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At year’s end
I measure the distance
between you and me…
a thousand years
of unquenched longing