The Ancient Song of Nature
A Tanka on the Reed’s Whisper
A reed’s soft whisper,
Rasping through the quiet field,
Nature’s gentle voice,
Surreal notes on wind’s breath flow,
Guiding hearts with ancient song.
Postscript:
The delicate rasp of a reed in the breeze carries with it the timeless wisdom of nature, reminding us that even the smallest voices have the power to move us deeply.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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