A Triad of Tanka VII: Under The Pale Hills
Under the pale hills,
Enchanting and elusive,
Autumn's jewelled mists
Reminding me, once again,
All things are transitory.
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Half-bathed in mauven...
How compelling the far hills.
Wistful; yet...lovely.
For always these opaque hills
Forever pulling on me.
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Never forgetting;
And on sparkling, misty days,
Lifting on sunshine,
I will see your faint outlines
Etched against reflective cloud.
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