The undertow of becoming
Out of heavy dark,
Crash the waves within my soul;
Echoes of the rain,
After tempests fade away,
Newborn silence heals the deep.
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“Weekly Challenge: Write a tanka about the sounds of a place that made you who you are. Constraint: Write it backward — last thought first.”
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