Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Tanka

The Prize

The Prize

I dreamed you before
The first day we ever met.
You, there at love's door.
Hoping to have no regrets.
“Together”, cautiously won.

Poetic form:  Tanka
©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     11-14-09

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John Freeman November 25, 2009 at 9:20 PM Awesom tanka Dane. Sincerely, Love, Moses

Steve Richey November 21, 2009 at 12:04 AM The sweetest dream...thanks for sharing!