Kaze, a tanka written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

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Genie Nakano·January 31, 2020

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Kaze

written by: Genie Nakano

@genieyogini

the wind
blowing through my hair
there is so little time
let’s jump above the gust
and dance with the wind

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