A gargoyle
tanka poem by: Dendra D.M.
@Dendra_dm
Whenever it rained
I cried till my voice was hoarse
For that one I’d know
Then I saw her roam the sky
Reminding me I could fly
Meticulous animal, chaotic philosopher.
A middle-distance runner and a poet in a never-ending quest of becoming a better man.
A middle-distance runner and a poet in a never-ending quest of becoming a better man.
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